Xia Yao spoke very quietly, but Su Jiu did not.
As luck would have it, Hong Hao heard her, and so did the livestream viewers.
Hong Hao had no idea what Xia Yao had asked Su Jiu, but the number thirty-four struck a particular nerve.
He turned to look at Su Jiu. "What do you mean, thirty-four yuan?"
His expression looked somewhat unnatural as he asked.
Su Jiu tilted her head. "You earned thirty-four yuan."
Hong Hao frowned. "How did you know?"
At that moment, Hong Hao had no idea that his question had stirred up a thousand waves.
Xia Yao stared at Su Jiu as though he had seen a ghost, unable to utter a word for a long while.
Meanwhile, the barrage of comments had practically turned the world upside down.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!? Su Jiu actually guessed right?"
"Maybe the Production Team leaked it to her."
"There's absolutely no way the Production Team leaked it. I can vouch for that. Ever since that earlier incident, I've been watching Su Jiu's feed. She's been on camera the whole time, with no phone in her hands and no earpiece in her ears.
Unless Hong Hao was earning money according to a plan, and the Directing Team told him to come back once he had thirty-four yuan, there's absolutely no way Su Jiu could have coordinated with them!"
"There's no way Hong Hao planned his earnings. Look how exhausted he is, not to mention that utterly depressed expression. He definitely doesn't look like someone who only wanted to earn thirty-four yuan."
"Besides, Hong Hao comes from a rich family. He's not chasing fame or fortune, and his family doesn't need money. He only came on this show to experience life. Why would he do something so thankless?