"Mr. Zhang, forgive my frankness, but the things you're discussing are just too radical for our worldview. If this is all true, do you have any evidence to support it?"
"True..." Zhang Menglong hesitated, "My ancestors didn't exactly get a receipt from Wu Dawei."
"Oh, right!" Zhang Menglong suddenly smacked his head, "I remembered something that I think can prove what I'm saying is true."
"What is it?"
"Just a moment," said Zhang Menglong as he took out his phone and dialed Lu Yiyao's number.
"Menglong, why are you suddenly calling me? Miss me?" Zhang Menglong's phone was still connected to the live multimedia, and everyone heard this voice instantly.
"Damn, that was careless!" Zhang Menglong's face was immediately emblazoned with capital letters of embarrassment. Was this content the audience could watch without paying?
At that moment, the live chat went absolutely wild.
"This is seriously awkward, Boss Zhang, oh, it hurts!"
"Zhang Menglong, you have your days too haha."
