Chapter 11 (1/2)

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“I just lack a bit of you.”

Gu Li immediately said.

“Huh?”

Mo Shiting frowned.

“Oh, it’s just a male streamer. He’s called ‘I Just Lack A Bit of You’.”

Afraid that he wouldn’t believe her, she hurriedly took out her phone, opened an interface on Station C and passed it to him. “Here, it’s this person. His singing is a hundred times worse than mine, but he still attracted a lot of fans.”

With that, she pressed the play button, and a demonic voice instantly broke his eardrums.

“Love really takes courage to face gossip… We all need the courage to believe in being together. I can feel you in the crowd1—”

It was very horrible.

Moreover, the voice was extremely familiar to Mo Shiting…

Mo Shiting snatched her phone over. As expected, the male streamer in the video who was wearing a half face mask and singing pretentiously was really the fool, Song Yunque1.

How dare he!

He actually dared to secretly run to Station C to be a streamer again? He changed his aliases one after another. He’s incorrigible!

After returning the phone to Gu Li, Mo Shiting directly called Song Yunque.

Song Yunque was driving when he received the call from Mo Shiting, and he was a little surprised. “Fourth Brother, why are you free to look for me now?”

Mo Shiting: “Even a prairie fire cannot burn all the weeds, and it grows again when the spring breeze blows, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

Song Yun Que’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh my god. Did he find out that I continued singing on Station C?

But how could that be?

I have clearly tried to keep a low profile.

“Fourth Brother, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand?”

Mo Shiting’s tone became increasingly dangerous. “Since you like to sing so much, why don’t I let you sing to your heart’s content tonight?”

“Hello, Fourth Brother? Hello… The signal isn’t good. I can’t hear you. That’s it for now. Bye bye.”

After speaking, Song Yunque immediately hung up the phone before Mo Shiting could say anything.

Oh my god, I’m so dead. If Grandaunt finds out that I’m being a streamer at Station C, I’ll be dead meat.

I have to destroy all the evidence.