Very soon, the staff invited the second-ranked supporter onto the mic.
The second-ranked supporter also had a private account.
Once connected, the video showed a boldly dressed, sexy woman wearing many signature pieces of jewelry from a certain luxury brand. Several luxury goods were also laid out on the table in front of her, their brand logos deliberately aimed at the camera and especially conspicuous.
Ye Chen recognized her at a glance. She was Lu Huahua, a second-tier female celebrity. As for the brand, it was LOW, a major luxury label that had insulted China a few years ago.
Lu Huahua deliberately touched the luxury necklace around her neck, striking seductive poses before the camera as she smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, I've heard so much about you. I really like your songs."
Ye Chen's expression immediately darkened.
Lu Huahua's intention to advertise was far too obvious.
Ye Chen glanced at the staff member in charge of the connection.
The staff member handling the connection saw what this private account turned out to be and immediately switched the other party to audio-only mode.
The woman on the other end immediately said, "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by this? I spent so much money on gifts and became the second-ranked supporter in your livestream. Don't I even have the right to show my face?"
"It's not that you don't have the right to show your face. It's that the things on you and on your table are from a brand involved in an incident insulting China a few years ago. They're not suitable for my livestream, and I will never cooperate with them. I don't need to spell out what you're thinking. You clearly didn't come here sincerely to request a song. I'll have the staff arrange for your gifts