"Okay..."
Ming Ge adjusted the camera position, her body lightened, and she returned to her original seat.
It wasn't until a coquettish and pleasant female voice rang out that the dazed audience snapped out of their trance, and the live broadcast room became lively again.
"Holy crap, I'm being cried by beauty!"
"The one I'm a fan of is some sort of peerless beauty!"
"What's so special about white, rich, and beautiful heiresses? My beauty Ming can outshine her in just minutes!"
Seeing a potential catfight brewing in the barrage section, Ming Ge naturally couldn't sit by and do nothing. She put her index finger on her lips, shushed them, and gently said, "Let's just delight in our own circle, without involving others. Be good, okay?"
The gorgeous woman, with every furrow of her brow and smile, and in every move she made, exuded charm.
Yet, it wasn't vulgar.
Instead, it was that kind of...
Beauty.
