The barrage becomes chaotic again, with a large portion of people believing Sun Keko.

　　She looks proud, raising her chin.

　　"Murong Yue, you don't understand the art of appraising, right? The events from the past few days were all just publicity stunts, right! "Just through a publicity stunt, she gained millions of followers.

　　You're really impressive!" Sun Keko glances at the number of viewers in the live stream, staring at me with jealousy on her face.

　　"I know you won't admit it, but this time, I will make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!" Sun Keko stands up, and the camera turns to the window.

　　I suddenly realize that this is actually the café near my house.

　　As Sun Keko introduces, she walks with her sister-in-law towards my house.

　　"Hello, everyone.

　　I'm Sun Keko.

　　You can also follow me on my homepage, and I go live at eight o'clock every night on time." "So, this anchor is here to ride on the popularity?" "Right, saying that Murong Yue is just creating buzz.

　　Could it be that you and your sister-in-law are also fabricating stunts?" "This is envy because they see someone else becoming popular!" Sun Keko scans the barrage and covers her mouth as she chuckles.

　　"Unlike Murong Yue, I'm not poor to the point of sound effects.

　　I don't need to rely on these stunts to gain fame and make money.

　　"My loyal fans who follow me know that this is just my personality.

　　I can't stand seeing others being deceitful.

　　Since my sister-in-law says she embroidered the shoes herself, we definitely have evidence to prove it."

　　"After speaking, Sun Keke stopped in front of an old courtyard and knocked on the door forcefully.

　　'Murong Yue, open the door!' The iron door shook violently, and the red paint on top fell down.

　　Grandpa jumped up from his reclining chair.

　　'The police are here! Run!' He shouted as he rushed to the corner of the wall and grabbed a pile of pottery vases.

　　I quickly dropped my phone and came out of the house.

　　'Grandpa, why are you panicking? These are all antiques you bought from the market.

　　Why are you running?' 'Oh, right.' Grandpa patted his chest.

　　'I have occupational disease.

　　Who is it? They're banging on the door so late at night, scaring an old man to death.' Sun Keke's sharp voice came from outside the door.

　　'Murong Yue, open the door! Are you afraid to confront me because you're afraid of getting exposed?'