"Shut up—"
The female netizen connected with Ah Qing tried to grab the Red Fox under the table in one go, but the fox slipped away agilely, frolicking around the living room with a face full of joy, even knocking over the phone used for the call on the table. The scene was pure chaos.
The phone might have toppled, but the microphone still dutifully did its job.
"Yaoyao baby, listen to mommy's advice. You're not old enough for makeup yet. Be good, put down that Yves Saint Laurent lip balm in your mouth. Yes... good girl."
"You little fiend!"
"This king must taste how delicious fox meat is!"
Even though the linked livestream screen went completely black, those bursts of eerie "kekekeke" cackling and "ying ying ying" breathy moans still came through loud and clear, letting viewers, who had the stream on in the background, mentally stage a whole "so-much-fun-at-the-mental-hospital" theatre.
"So... do I have to chew on slippers too?"
