Just then, an ill-timed comment suddenly appeared. The person was openly rude, and their words were downright nasty.
The livestream instantly fell silent. No one commented anymore, and Chen Feng's expression turned cold.
Everyone had different tastes. Some people might think he did a poor job, and that was fine—they could say so, and he was willing to listen.
But what was with reporting him over the slightest disagreement?
Just because people liked listening to his ghost stories, they were his shills?
That was way too harsh, wasn't it?
And there wasn't even any evidence—just baseless accusations.
Chen Feng was absolutely not going to be nice to someone like that!
"Actually, I can understand you and the others who don't like listening to my stories. Maybe you really don't enjoy them. That's not your fault, and it's not mine either. Everyone has different tastes, right? Maybe there really are problems with the way I tell stories, but you can't just make things up, and you can't report me whenever you feel like it."
"What solid evidence do you have that I hired shills? One or two might be my shills, but what about a whole crowd? And I've sent so many gifts myself, which proves I'm not short on money at all. Do you really think I'd lower myself by hiring a bunch of shills to listen to me tell ghost stories?"
"If I had that much free time, wouldn't it be better to just find a few friends and tell them ghost stories? And if I really had so much money I didn't know where to spend it, I wouldn't necessarily have to send gifts—I could just throw money around on the street. Reporting me is even more ridiculous. What did I do wrong? Just because you don't like