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He Guangzheng was smiling as he watched the audience pouring into the live broadcast room.
"Are you a spicy person?" Grandma took a sip of homemade medicinal wine and suddenly looked at Song Zhuer and asked.
"I'm Lazhua, grandma, do you know me?" Song Zhuer nodded repeatedly, very happy.
"Haha, I've seen you on TV. You looked like a little kid, so cute. You're about the same age as our Mu Yang." Grandma said with a smile.
"Haha, grandma, you're too kind." Song Zhuer said a little embarrassedly.
After eating and drinking, Deng Zhao went out and came back a few minutes later with a box of milk and a bag of Northeast rice.
"Grandma, this is a little gift from us. We wish you good health." Deng Zhao put the things on the table.
"Oh, what's the point? It's just a meal." Grandma waved her hands quickly.
"It's okay, grandma, just take it. We have a lot of programs, and it's free."
"Then grandma, we'll leave first. We still have things to do over there." Deng Zhao said goodbye.
Several people greeted and said goodbye to grandma in turn.
"Hey, wait, didn't the director say that we can find someone to help? How about we ask the young man?" Song Zhuer suddenly said, looking at the others for help.
"Hmm? This is good, this is good." Chen He clapped his hands and said suddenly.
Everyone agreed. Song Zhuer came to Chen Muyang and asked, "Brother, we're having trouble over there. We don't even know how to use the tools. Can you come and help?"
"Uh, how can this be? I'm not from your circle." Chen Muyang wanted to shout in his heart, "Call me, call me over," but he was reluctant in his words.
"Little brother, please help us, okay?" Song Zhuer reached out and hugged Chen Muyang's arm, shaking it while stretching out her voice.
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