The live stream chat started flooded with comments again.
"Wow, it really is a man! Bai Bing wasn't lying, it really is a man."
"It's so beautiful, I think I'm okay with it, there's nothing I can't accept."
"Yeah, yeah, guys are fine too! Let's go, brothers!"
"Isn't this my wife who can't get pregnant? Look how tired she is, I need to give her a gift."
Everyone started sending gifts.
There were no big gifts, just small gifts worth a few dollars.
After all, these people are Bai Bing's fans, her army. If they send big gifts and get caught by Bai Bing, she will definitely be jealous.
Su Luo smiled and expressed her gratitude.
"Thank you for the gifts, everyone. If you like the streamer, please follow me. I will be streaming every day."
The comments section was flooded with replies.
"I've ordered it! I've ordered it!"
Su Luo glanced at her follower count and saw that she had indeed gained over 200 followers.
Continue broadcasting.
At noon, it was time to end the broadcast.
My legs still hurt. When I stand up and take a few steps, it feels like my feet are walking on cotton.
So, Su Luo tidied up the things on the table and limped out of the live broadcast room.
As I reached the door and stepped outside, a familiar voice came from behind me.
“Suluo”.
Su Luo turned around blankly, her eyes flickering. Wasn't that the white-haired guy from the live stream?
He's very tall, half a head taller than me, and has a more muscular build. He's wearing a black leather jacket and skinny jeans.
Paired with that eye-catching white hair, it's quite flamboyant.
"You...you know me?"
Su Luo hasn't revealed his real name in the live stream, so how would he know?
Seeing his puzzled look, Bai Bing said unhappily.
"What, you've really forgotten who I am?"
"Who are you……"
Su Luo asked warily.
Bai Bing rolled up her sleeves, revealing a scar more than half a foot long on her fair forearm. It looked as if it had been stitched up, and the scar was purplish-red, resembling a giant centipede coiled on her arm.
"Do you remember?"
Su Luo stared at the scar, her heart skipping a beat.
He remembered who this person was.
She was an orphan from the orphanage sixteen years ago, a year older than me, and we shared a room.
Back then, he was taller and stronger than me, and he had many friends, so he often caused me trouble.
He endured it again and again, but only received more humiliation in return. Later, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would call a few people to surround him in a corner and beat him up.
They treated him like a walking punching bag.
The scar on Bai Bing's arm was the only time Su Luo resisted.
That day, Bai Bing and her gang cornered him in the bathroom and harassed him. They beat him up badly, but that wasn't enough. They grabbed his hair and pushed him into the sink.
They forced him to drink the dirty water inside.
Just as he was about to choke on the water, Su Luo pulled out a fruit knife he had been keeping hidden in his pocket.
He gripped the knife handle and slashed back forcefully at Bai Bing's arm that was pressing down on the back of his neck.
Then Bai Bing was hospitalized and never returned to the orphanage. It is said that she was adopted by a kind person while she was hospitalized.
Su Luo looked up and met Bai Bing's cold eyes, showing no fear.
"I remember!"
No wonder he made himself do 200 squats; he hated himself for slashing him.
He hates himself, but how could he not hate him too?
He wished he could chop him up piece by piece with a knife, grind the scraps into a paste, and make meat patties for the dog to eat.
As a child, he was timid and withdrawn, living in the shadow of Bai Bing's bullying. But now he is no longer as weak as he used to be.
He's soft-hearted except when it comes to women.
He was no longer afraid of a man, especially one who had bullied him.
Bai Bing snorted coldly, "It's good that you remember. We'll see."
His biggest dream is to be a model. He is top-notch in terms of looks, figure and talent, but he was rejected by major companies because of the large, unsightly scar on his forearm.
This debt will naturally be attributed to Su Luo.
In his mind, since Su Luo was a pushover, she shouldn't resist and should learn to accept her fate.
Since he refuses to accept his fate, he'll have to "teach" him a lesson and make him go back to his old ways.
Su Luo curled her lips into a cold smile.
"Okay, I'll be waiting."
I thought I would never meet Bai Bing again in my life, but fate brought us together again.
This time, we must avenge ourselves and never let him trample us underfoot again.
Bai Bing said nothing more and turned to walk towards the underground parking garage.
Su Luo let out a heavy sigh and got on the elevator.
When I got downstairs and opened the lobby door, I saw a black Bentley parked in front of me.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Song Lingshan dressed in black.
"Get in the car."
Su Luo unconsciously took a step back, looking surprised.
"what?"
How did Song Lingshan know that he worked at Apple Media, and how did she manage to show up precisely at the time when he was leaving get off work?
Did they secretly investigate me again?
He had already made it clear to her that day that he would no longer go to work at her company and did not want to have anything to do with her anymore.
Song Lingshan was getting impatient.
"Don't make me get out of the car and personally invite you up."
She hadn't even eaten, and had driven for over an hour just to intercept Su Luo. How could she let him reject her like this?
Su Luo knew Song Lingshan's temper all too well. If she were to take action herself, the harmonious situation would not be what it is now. She said helplessly.
"All right."
He reluctantly opened the passenger door, sat in the passenger seat, and turned his head to ask.
"What do you want from me?"
Song Lingshan did not respond, but instead asked a question.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Just as Su Luo was about to say that she had already eaten, her stomach started growling loudly.
After broadcasting for 6 hours and doing 200 squats, how could I not be hungry?
"I didn't eat."
Song Lingshan gripped the steering wheel, started the car, and continued asking questions.
What would you like to eat?
She thought Su Luo looked terrible, haggard and weak. He seemed to have lost weight in just a few days.
Su Luo lowered her head. "Whatever."
Did Song Lingshan contact him just to have dinner with him?
Surely not, she shouldn't have that much free time.
"..."
Song Lingshan did not speak first.
The atmosphere reached a stalemate.
Su Luo leaned against the car window, gazing at the scenery outside. The sun was still high, and the city's tall buildings and sycamore trees lining the roads sped past her.
The car was filled with a faint scent of rose perfume, which smelled wonderful.
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