It's Morning

She reached out and patted McQueen on the shoulder, then whispered a few more words in her ear.

McQueen nodded, then immediately left.

A few seconds after McQueen departed, the ventilation duct began to rustle.

It was not easy for a Uma Musume of McQueen's size to get through.

"Hmph~ McQueen got off cheap!"

Sunday Silence folded her arms and snorted at Zhou Yuang. Although he was not sure whether McQueen would open the door, how was Zhou Yuang supposed to respond?

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better open the door. Otherwise..."

Sunday Silence had not even finished making her threat when Zhou Yuang suddenly pulled out his tablet and started scanning a code.

Before long, the sound of an ice cream machine came from the basement.

At the same time, the door on Sunday Silence's side opened.

"Melon Parfait!"

McQueen's chubby voice instantly filled the entire basement.

"Can you come over?"

Then Zhou Yuang asked Sunday Silence a small question.

No one had expected this move. Sunday Silence had not expected it either, and she was stunned when she saw the door on this side open.

She stared blankly at the Omamori Salt on the other side, then glared angrily at Zhou Yuang.

"I'll make you the father of a whole bunch of children!"

"I'll make you the father of a whole bunch of children!"

Sunday Silence thrust a fist at Zhou Yuang, but her thumb was wedged between her index and middle fingers.

Most of the Uma Musume in the Livestream Room did not know what it meant, but Zhou Yuang knew very well. This gesture meant f@ck you... First the raised middle finger, and then this?

What an impolite American old pervert!

Wasn't that twitchy Manhattan Cafe even more vulgar than you?!

Zhou Yuang