Song Qingrong watched the bustling livestream chat and the astronomical total of gifts and donations.
She felt deeply satisfied.
She had just sent two Celestial Master Tokens in a row, twenty thousand yuan, nearly a month's salary for her.
She really could not bear to give any more.
After all.
No matter how much she secretly adored him, no matter how much she liked him.
No matter how often others called her his wife, or she called herself that.
At the end of the day, she was a fan, just a fan.
Not his actual wife or lover.
As a rational fan, she could not possibly give any more.
She felt she had already gone crazy enough.
But compared to the Livestream Viewers casually sending a hundred Super Rockets or ten or twenty Celestial Master Tokens at a time, she was still left speechless.
So much money, so many wealthy donors, so much power.
Other than Master Xiao, no one else in the world could achieve anything like this.
Still, Song Qingrong had something weighing on her mind.
She desperately wanted to punish that "Clouds Pale, Breeze Light."
Desperately!
"The draw's starting. Please, heavens, let me win!"
Three out of a hundred million. Winning was practically impossible.
She prayed, praying that she could win a slot!
"If I win, I'll definitely ask Master Xiao to divine that bastard's real identity! Let him get properly famous!"
Unfortunately, things did not go her way.
It was a shame, but also no surprise at all.
She did not win.
Three out of a hundred million. Those odds were really something.
She muttered dejectedly, "I hope Master Xiao can get in touch with him, considering they were just on a call together."
Only Master Xiao had the ability to find that damned "Wind Rises,