Cheap Dance

[No way, no way!!!]

[Did he really read that out loud?!]

[Hahaha!]

[Help!!!!]

[They're fighting! The two men are fighting!]

[Su Feifei, are you going to win this yourself? It's so exciting!]

[Hurry!! I want to see it!!!]

"A subo rice pot..."

Xiao He swallowed his saliva and turned to look at Su Feifei's expression.

Su Feifei didn't show any expression.

Not only was she unfazed, she only casually rolled up her sleeves as she spoke. "So like a rice cooker, right?"

She didn't hear the underlying meaning behind it at all!

Bo Xi was speechless. She turned her head slowly and looked at Bo Silin.

"You just want the watch the world burn, right?

"Do you know how overworked your marketing team is?" Bo Xi asked.

Bo Silin frowned. "Weren't they always overworked?"

"…"

At Bo Silin's marketing studio. An angry roar could be heard.