"What did you talk about?"


    Liu Li handed a grape and directly stuffed it into Wang Yan''s mouth. He asked with a smile.


    The box was very noisy. Only a few words shouted out could be heard clearly. The rest of the normal volume was tantamount to whispering.


    "Some boring things, want to be a live broadcast platform or something," Wang Yan replied casually.


    "Oh! Because of Wang Siming''s microblog?" next to Nawu socket.


    At this moment, Wang Siming has a strong influence on the Internet and is known as domestic [not enough, wait a few days, I''ll try to update it]