The photographer followed a step behind Xia Wanyuan, who was blocking the door. Hence, they only had time to take a photo of a corner of the room. Everyone was about to say that they should take a closer look to see what the rich person's bedroom looked like when the screen went dark.
[????? What's going on? ]
[ Wow, could there be someone hiding in the house? ]
[ Why is the door closed? Is there anything shameful in the house? ]
[ Open the door, isn't this a live broadcast? What is going on? I didn't come to watch the black screen, okay? ]
Inside the room now,
"You didn't go to work?" Xia Wanyuan closed the door and asked Jun Shiling in surprise.
"I need to sleep on a familiar bed. I didn't sleep well last night." Jun Shiling leisurely put down the magazine in his hand. "I woke up a little late. I saw that you had already started filming, so I didn't go out."
