Without Qiaoqiao, this grand event of picking sweet melons feels like wearing fancy clothes in the dark.
Zhang Yanping hasn't arrived yet, but his idea came first:
"Tantan, when you have time, go to the field and set up the phone mount, use Qiaoqiao's account to give her fans some benefits. Change angles from time to time, let's have a silent live stream."
Song Tan looked at him and sighed deeply, "Brother Yanping, you're really wicked."
These sweet melons aren't going to be sent to the fans anyway, showing them would just make them suffer, right?
Zhang Yanping raised an eyebrow, "Then what was up with setting up a barbecue stand in the city when Lun Chuan's friends came? I don't believe you weren't showing off a bit."
This time, Song Tan fell silent. That barbecue stand was nothing but showing off, plain and simple.
Since that's the case—
"Since you pleaded so, Brother Yanping, I'll start the stream then."
