After half an hour of word spreading about Yan Ningke's livestream, the viewer count rapidly climbed from a few thousand to tens of thousands.
With the beauty filter turned off, Yan Ningke held his phone and leaned back in a lounge chair, chatting intermittently with the comments.
"I've filmed some things, but they aren't out yet. Wait for the official announcements."
"Both TV dramas and movies."
"Variety shows? I'll go if something suitable comes along."
Hearing that he had unreleased shows, his fans were thrilled, filling the screen with comments about how excited they were.
Some wealthy fans started showering him with gifts. Yan Ningke hurried to stop them. "Easy, everyone. We're all buddies here. I'll accept the little hearts, but don't send anything else."
He hadn't told his team he was going live, and he couldn't find where to disable gifts on the platform himself. He hadn't paid attention to that before, and now he fumbled around for ages, working up a sweat before he finally turned them off.
Yan Ningke exhaled and settled back into a peaceful reclining pose.
The comments were dying with laughter. How could a celebrity be this down-to-earth?
Their messages flew by too quickly, so Yan Ningke brought the phone closer to his face. "What have I been doing lately..."
A dog's head squeezed out from under his arm and onto his chest, completely blocking the screen.
Yan Ningke shut his mouth and narrowed his eyes, silently staring at Lars.
"What do you want?"
Lars rolled those big, bright eyes and lunged in to force a French kiss on him.
Yan Ningke swiftly pushed Lars's head away. "None of that!"
Lars refused to give up and strained to charge forward again.
Little bro, don't dodge! This is all my love for you!
Yan Ningke: