Meanwhile, Chi An sat at the table with two phones in front of him. One was the phone provided by the production team, which was livestreaming, and the other was his own, displaying Zhou Zhichu's livestream.
He had originally planned to leave the stream running while he did his own thing, but the comments kept telling him to watch Zhou Zhichu's stream and listen to Fu Yanci's lessons.
He had nothing important to do anyway, so since they all said so, Chi An tapped into it for a look.
Well, wasn't this just great? That dumbass couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. Did he seriously have to blab about fucking everything?
[Hahaha! Brother Chi, can we interview you about how you're feeling right now?!]
[You know me. I'm not much of a laugher by nature, unless something's just too funny to hold it in.]
[Just thinking about how smug Fu Dog looks right now makes me laugh. He'll probably never imagine Brother Chi is silently watching him from behind the scenes.]
[However smug Fu Dog is right now, that's how miserable he'll be when he sees Brother Chi tomorrow.]
[Hahaha! A four-legged toad trying to walk like a two-legged duck, with no idea of his own limits! Fu Yanci, you really think you're something!]
[Brother Chi, are you really not going to teach him a lesson? Even I, your better half, can't stand watching this. I don't think you can let this slide without giving him a proper lesson.]
[At first glance, nothing looked wrong, but looking closer, you're a scheming little bastard. Your better half? What kind of better half are you? A palace eunuch?]
Ignoring the comments, Chi An watched Fu Yanci get up to shower, then said evenly, "Sixteen minutes left."
The stream ended at eight, sixteen