After binding to the system, her full-level beauty shocked the entertainment industry

The tears that had just appeared in his eyes had evaporated again due to his anxious mood.

Ya Ya sat on the rest chair in despair, she didn't know what to do.

She should have known that things wouldn't be that simple.

How could such a good thing happen in the world? How could a counterfeit card company provide her with free traffic without any preparation?

How can a company among them that is good at counterfeiting help others so easily?They should be better at trapping than helping.

However, at this moment, I felt that I had fallen into a trap, as if it was too late.

Looking at the box of imitation cards that were like time bombs, she didn't know what the next box would be like.

If it is still a special card...

She dared not think.

She had never hated the feeling of drawing a special card so much.

Just when she made up her mind and decided not to use imitation cards in the next card draw, the phone rang.

A joking voice came from the microphone, "I'm so sorry, Miss Yaya, we forgot to tell you the instructions for using the imitation cards."

Yaya listened silently.

Although it was an apology in name, there was no apology in her words.

It's clearly a well-designed routine.

Yaya said nothing, wanting to hear what she wanted to say next.

"Don't be angry, Miss Yaya. The cards in each box are arranged in a regular manner. If you follow my instructions, you can avoid the situation of getting together to remove special cards."

"Miss Yaya, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope. You have used our card. I guess you don't want others to know about it, right?"

This last sentence is a threat.

In the end, their true colors were finally revealed, but Yaya was trapped and had no power to resist, so they could only compromise.

"Don't worry, as long as you do what we ask, we will definitely keep it secret."

But the price is that 90% of all the remuneration for this live broadcast must be paid to the counterfeit card company as a remuneration.

This is simply robbery, but there is no other way. For everything she has, Yaya must agree.

The moment the phone was hung up, Yaya seemed to be pushed into the middle of the stormy sea, and she was only holding a small boat, ups and downs in the rough waves, life and death, only in a single thought of fate.

She finally raised her head and looked at her battlefield not far away.

The technician had already set up the lighting for her. It used to be the place she loved, and she was doing her favorite live broadcast business there. But why now, the place she once loved the most has turned into a place of fear.

Yaya sighed, actually looking like an 80-year-old man.

"Okay, let's start broadcasting."

She ordered the staff around her.

The staff heard the sound and immediately turned on the live broadcast equipment.

"Three, two, one..."

"Hello everyone, I'm Yaya, let's continue~"

She returned to her cute voice again, and there was no hint of fatigue or fear in her voice. Everything was hidden under the sweet voice, like the truth buried three feet underground.

On Mo Zhiran's side, the audience has become accustomed to her playing special cards.

This situation is somewhat unfavorable to her. The high popularity that the previous chain of good luck brought to her has gradually calmed down as the sense of surprise that good luck can bring has declined.

But the sudden counterattack from the opposite live broadcast room just now sucked away a wave of traffic.

Comparing the two, Mo Zhiran's popularity suddenly became slightly less popular.