Xiao Mo sat in front of the camera.
No beauty mode, no filters, no special lighting in the room. He had simply propped his phone on the table and leaned back in his chair.
The viewer count kept shooting up.
Comments flew thick and fast.
"Brother Mo, what's with that face today?"
"Who pissed Brother Mo off?"
"He doesn't look right."
Xiao Mo ignored them. He waited a dozen seconds or so, until the viewer count passed eighty thousand, before speaking.
He didn't smile.
He always started his livestreams with a grin and a couple of jokes, but today was different. His face was dark, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"I've got something to tell you all."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.
"Wang Xiaoliang is my brother, born to different parents. Wei Zijin is my sister-in-law. My longtime followers know what Xiaoliang and I are to each other. I don't need to say any more."
He paused, staring into the camera.
"Just watch the livestream like you normally would. Watch how a devoted man moves heaven. If you want to support him, leave a comment saying 'I support you.' If you don't believe, go watch pretty women in black stockings. Either is fine."
A wave of "Keep going!" and "I support you" flooded the comments.
Xiao Mo kept talking without looking at them.
"But-"
He leaned forward a little.
"If anyone starts making snide remarks in the livestream, running their damn mouth-"
He paused for two seconds.
"Don't blame all of us brothers for hounding them and cursing them out."
The comments instantly thinned.
"And if anyone wants to spread rumors and stir up trouble." Xiao Mo's voice sank lower. "Don't blame me for showing no mercy. I swear I'll sue them until they're bankrupt."