"How many people are there in your live broadcast room?"
"What?" The female anchor named Nana was stunned.
She felt that the girl in front of her looked familiar, extremely beautiful, and had a kind of cold beauty. She looked very mysterious in this nearly empty underground garage.
"Let me see."
Ji Momo approached her cell phone.
At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room is slowly rising. The live broadcast of the female anchor Nana is actually not interesting. She can't sing well and dance well. The only thing she has is that she is young and has a sweet mouth.
Catching thieves on live broadcast is a new thing that not everyone can encounter, especially a female anchor who slaps people in the face.
I have seen brave people, but I have never seen people risking their lives.
"Nana, run!"
"Danger! Don't seek death. You are the new female anchor I am following. The previous ones are all dead."
"Where's Brother Luo? You guys are a team, where are you guys?"
Ji Momo asked curiously, "Are you in danger?"
"without!"
Somehow, Nana felt an invisible pressure. What was going on? Because this underground garage has heating, they have been broadcasting here recently, and they have never had this kind of experience.
"Look, it's written on the public screen, telling you to be careful - a car thief?"
Ah!
Unexpectedly, eating melon would end up on their own heads. They thought they and Song Yang were stealing a car?
"We didn't steal the car."
She stood in front of Nana's mobile phone and waved hurriedly.
"We are dismantling our own cars."
Seeing that the number of people in the live broadcast room was increasing, Nana suddenly caught the traffic password.
"Your car? Who can prove it?"
At this time, she transformed into a messenger of justice, zoomed in on the camera, and the pores on her face could be clearly seen at the end of the season.
"Why prove it?"
"If you don't prove it, it means the car is not yours."
"Whose bag is that you're holding?"
This is a Gucci bag that Nana bought from a second-hand designer store. She likes it very much and carries it wherever she goes.
"mine."
"How to prove it?" Ji Momo asked back.
"Pfft~ Miss, she's so cute."
There was a thick layer of ahhhhh on the public screen, laughing at Nana who was left speechless.
"Please go live somewhere else and don't affect us."
"I won't leave. You must prove that the car is yours, otherwise I will call the police."
It's really ridiculous. It's better than investing money to promote the live broadcast room, so why leave? Maybe she can take the opportunity to gain a wave of fans.
"Okay, you can broadcast it, but don't say it was me who stole the car."
He didn't want to waste time with her because Song Yang had already removed the car's engine.
There was a lot of confusion in the live broadcast room.
"Oh my god, I thought it was a boy, but the young lady looks underage."
"Why dismantle the engine?"
"What kind of car is it? Doesn't anyone in the live broadcast room understand?"
Ji Momo stepped forward and said, "Brother Wang said he heard noise from the engine recently. Can you take a look?"
"Incomplete tools."
There was no one taking advantage of her. When Song Yang looked up, she found a mobile phone facing her, and her face suddenly darkened.
"What do you do?"
"Internet anchor."
"Why are you pointing your phone at me?"
"No way?"
"no!"
The live broadcast room exploded again.
"Pfft~ Nana was criticized again, but what did this young lady grow up on? Such a heavy engine, she said to take it out, just take it out?"
"No one cares, so why are they tearing apart other people's cars?"
"Everyone has said that it is my car."
"Does anyone think the girl wearing sunglasses looks familiar?"
"Damn it, isn't this a luxury car?"
You can't see the brand, but you can tell the difference by looking at the model. Why would two girls in their early twenties want to dismantle the car?