He didn't go to the bathroom.
Instead, he logged into Xi Rubao's live stream using a secondary account.
Watching those hands painting, liked by thousands of fans on the screen, for some reason, he found them somewhat familiar.
Whose hands are these?
Have I seen them before?
Shen Jiaqi clenched his fist, his gaze shifted to Xi Rubao's avatar, and the sight of ten million fans displayed there made his eyes bloodshot.
It took him three years to gather seven million loyal fans.
The other guy has only been streaming for a few days? Not even three days, right?
And he's provoking him so brazenly in his own territory?!
The eyes behind the mask glimmered with cold light, and he sent a message to General Manager Liu Jing: "Did you fake the traffic for the newcomer?"
Liu Jing: "Boss, how dare I fake it, the newcomer's just that fierce."
Shen Jiaqi: "So you're tailoring some competition for the newcomer? Haha."
