"I don't mind you streamers watching the fun in my live studio, but if you want to cause trouble, I don't mind sending you to the police station for tea."
She just made it clear that she doesn't need fans, but she won't tolerate those who cause trouble.
Her words were so clear and melodious that the group of Xuanmen people who were secretly watching in the live broadcast room couldn't help but shudder.
Especially when I glanced up, it seemed as if I saw them through the Internet.
"It's a bit scary. She had murderous intent in her eyes just now."
One of the younger masters patted his chest in fear, breathed a sigh of relief, and left the live broadcast room at the speed of light.
The other older ones were embarrassed after being scolded, but when they saw the woman in front of the screen smiling at them with murderous intent in her eyes, they gradually withdrew.
"Your family's problems can still be solved. Don't cry. Crying won't solve the problem."
Xia Zhibai looked at Zhizhi who was about to collapse in the lower right corner and comforted her softly.
She hung up her mother's phone. It was a very old phone that appeared in the original owner's memory ten years ago.
"Master, please tell me what we should do to make amends."
Zhizhi quickly wiped the tears from her face, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in her bloodshot eyes.
"Your family must fast for a month, and then rebuild the golden statue of the God of Wealth. The God of Wealth loves wealth and will give it away, but he will also take back the wealth he has given. Therefore, for the next thirty years, you must use half of your income to honor him."
"The next thirty years?" Zhizhi was stunned and didn't move for a long time.
“I am thirty years old this year, and in thirty years I will be sixty.
Is this how I'll work until I'm old?
Don’t have much savings yet?
I'm not even married yet, and my whole life is going to be hampered by this?"
She muttered to herself, and everyone in the live broadcast room heard it and was stunned.
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