[I suddenly feel that New Year's greetings are not so cool anymore. What's going on...?]

[Is Wen Xi sick? Raising chickens in his room?]

[It's hard to comment on this, I was already horrified by the scene of chicken feathers flying everywhere during the New Year celebration.]

[This handsome man has bad luck. Take him away. There are many newcomers in the palace.]

The fans of other guests who were mesmerized by He Sui's appearance in the live broadcast room 10 minutes ago suddenly shrank back on the verge of climbing over the wall.

[Why didn't Wen Xi go and help? This mess is all her fault!]

[Perhaps you didn't expect this situation to happen...]

[I just saw Wen Xi leave in a hurry. I guess he went to find someone to help.]

The noisy sound of roosters crowing kept ringing in his ears. Thinking that the program was still being broadcast live, Hesui simply rolled his eyes and pretended to faint.

"Squad Leader, don't worry! I'm here to help!"

Wen Xi took a large basin of water from the bathroom and poured it on Hesui!

“Chuckle—”

When the water poured down, the old hen that was nestling on Hesui immediately ran away quickly. A large basin of cold water was poured all over Hesui, and it woke Hesui who was pretending to faint up.

At this moment, his hair, which he had blow-dried and styled early in the morning, was wet and tangled on his face. After all, he didn't look like a handsome guy at all.

"Pooh--"

Hesui spat out a mouthful of water and tremblingly got up from the ground. He could still faintly smell the smell of chicken manure at the tip of his nose.

"Squad leader, are you okay?" Wen Xi looked like he wanted to go over and help the person, but he also felt a little disgusted, and his expression was very conflicted.