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Chapter 454 - 455 What Is This Thing_1

Chapter 454: Chapter 455 What Is This Thing_1

If it wasn’t for the small amount of power in his hands, Xiao Rou wouldn’t even glance at such a man.

The reason she put in such effort in bed was merely a principle of how Xiao Rou conducted herself.

Only when she put in the effort would others reciprocate with sincerity.

What Xiao Rou sought was simply an exchange of equivalents; she wouldn’t easily give away her true feelings.

Soon, Yang Kun dialed Li Changlin’s mobile phone.

The buzzing of the phone rang out, waking the two who were deeply engrossed in kissing.

Li Changlin felt somewhat embarrassed, and Qian Ziwei’s face also showed shyness as they separated, only to find someone standing beside them.

That person was none other than Yang Liying, watching them with an amused expression on her face.

"Yang, Sister Yang," Qian Ziwei called out shyly, then quickly shifted to the side to let Yang Liying pass.

"Mhm, oh," Yang Liying came to her senses and hurriedly walked over, then sat down.

In fact, she had just returned a short while ago, only to see Li Changlin intimately kissing Qian Ziwei.

Seeing the two of them like that, and recalling how she herself had previously kissed Qian Ziwei, it meant that she had indirectly kissed Li Changlin as well.

It was for this reason that Yang Liying felt a bit dazed.

After all, she had once boldly licked Li Changlin and even touched him there.

Thinking about these things, Yang Liying suddenly felt her body fill with a subtle heat.

Immediately, she was also overwhelmed with waves of embarrassment.

After sitting down, Yang Liying didn’t dare greet Li Changlin or Qian Ziwei anymore.

Meanwhile, Li Changlin had already picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

The incoming number was familiar to him; he knew it was Yang Kun’s number.

Although he held no fondness for Yang Kun, the man was, after all, a company leader, and Li Changlin naturally couldn’t ignore the call.

"Li Changlin, what do you mean by this, why didn’t you reply to my private message!" As soon as the call connected, Yang Kun immediately questioned with a deep voice.

His hunch had been right; although Li Changlin dared not reply to his messages, he would certainly not dare to ignore his calls.

After all, Li Changlin wanted to become more famous, which meant he couldn’t do without the company’s resources.

And those resources were, inevitably, currently in Yang Kun’s hands.

As the operation director of the Wuxiang Legion, Yang Kun could be said to control the fates of many broadcasters.

Whenever he was pleased, whenever he was willing, he could arbitrarily distribute resources or make recommendations.

Of course, this didn’t apply to newcomers, who all had to go through a PK; only if they successfully advanced would they receive focused training from the legion.

It was for this reason that if Yang Kun wanted to boost Xiao Rou’s popularity, he had to find a broadcaster with high viewership for a joint broadcast.

And looking at the entire legion, the most popular broadcaster was naturally Li Changlin.

That’s why Yang Kun was so eager!

"Director Yang, what private message?" Li Changlin was taken aback, because he had been kissing Qian Ziwei just moments ago and naturally hadn’t been paying attention to the live broadcast.

Then Yang Kun called, but also blocked the live stream, so Li Changlin couldn’t see what was happening.

As a result, he was understandably confused. He didn’t know if Yang Kun was privately messaging him in the live stream or through a chat app.

"What do you mean, ’private message’? Of course, it’s the private message in your live stream." Hearing Li Changlin’s counter-question, Yang Kun was really furious, immediately barking in a deep voice, "Hurry up, connect with Xiao Rou and interact with her."

After saying that, Yang Kun hung up the phone, not giving Li Changlin a chance to negotiate.

Li Changlin was stunned, listening to the beeping tone from his phone, his mood instantly soured.

"Honey, what’s wrong?" Seeing Li Changlin’s expression, Qian Ziwei knew something must have happened, so she quickly asked.

"Damn it, that guy Yang Kun called, actually asking me to connect with a newbie!" Li Changlin had heard of this Xiao Rou not just once or twice, and he had long guessed that her relationship with Yang Kun was more than superficial.

Normally, interacting with a host from the Wuxiang Legion wouldn’t be a big deal, but for one thing, this hostess Xiao Rou had never reached out to him, so Li Changlin didn’t know what kind of person she was.

For another, Yang Kun’s attitude was too aggressive, which made Li Changlin feel very resistant.

Under these circumstances, he was of course not very willing.

After all, a newbie hostess obviously couldn’t be of any help to Li Changlin.

So he saw right through the other person’s intentions.

Yang Kun’s idea was simply to use his power to siphon some popularity onto Xiao Rou from himself.

Although Li Changlin didn’t believe a new host could compete with him, this situation was really upsetting, and it made him feel incredibly stifled and resentful.

"Hmph, what nonsense, don’t bother with him, let’s just end the stream," Qian Ziwei was naturally aware of Yang Kun from what Li Changlin had told her, so her tone was very unfriendly.

"Yeah, that’s definitely an option." Li Changlin’s mind stirred, and he immediately decided to take up Qian Ziwei’s suggestion.

Yang Kun was trying to force him with his authority, how could Li Changlin possibly bow down to that?

Now, he could certainly be considered the leading host of the Wuxiang Legion. Yet, Yang Kun still treated him as if he was a minor host; how could Li Changlin tolerate this outrage.

Therefore, Li Changlin simply pressed the lock screen button. Since his phone had just received a call, the live stream system had been automatically blocked, so Li Changlin didn’t even need to fiddle with the system anymore.

Putting the phone into his pocket, Li Changlin finally felt somewhat calmer.

"Sister Yang, you really sang well just now." Seeing Yang Liying curiously looking at him, Li Changlin couldn’t help but give a sheepish smile and complimented her.

"Changlin, little brother, Sister Yang doesn’t like to hear that," Yang Liying responded immediately with a light snort, "You sing better than Luo Tianyi’s original, and now you say Sister Yang sang well, aren’t you sarcastically mocking Sister Yang?"

"Ah, no, of course not." Hearing this, Li Changlin was really embarrassed; he hadn’t expected Yang Liying to be so petty.

Truly a miserable and hurried, it was just a casual courteous remark, after all.

Li Changlin touched his nose resentfully, feeling this woman was truly unreasonable.

Forget it, better not to talk more with her.