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Countless comments flashed by, and without exception, they were all discussing the appearance of the Chosen One.
Ling Xiao couldn't see the content of the live broadcast room, only his clenched hands showed how nervous he was.
The doorman walked into the living room and saw a white-haired old man sitting on the sofa with his back to him, watching TV.
"I'm back. I made dinner. Do you want to eat?"
An old female voice sounded in the kitchen. Ling Xiao stood there, not daring to move, let alone talk casually.
"Why aren't you talking? Do you want to eat? If you do, come in and help yourself."
The voice came through the kitchen glass with a sharp voice, and the hunched figure was slowly approaching the door.
When netizens in the live broadcast room heard this obviously impatient voice, their scalps suddenly went numb.