"Alright, I'm sending out the first lucky bag!"
As soon as Su Nian finished speaking, she sent it out.
Many people were already eagerly waiting, and it was snatched up almost the instant it was sent.
[Congratulations to Qi Bai for grabbing the host's lucky bag!]
[Not me again, so frustrating!]
[To the person above, it's better if you don't get it. If you really do win, it means something's wrong in your life, and that's the scary part.]
[That's right, everyone who wins a lucky bag is an unlucky soul!]
Su Nian ignored the deliberately teasing bullet comments and, as usual, started a video call with Qi Bai.
As soon as the video call connected, Qi Bai's face appeared on the stream.
He was a handsome young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed head-to-toe in designer brands.
He seemed to be at home, with a lavish background. He was the spitting image of a rich heir.
He greeted Su Nian enthusiastically, "Hello, Host! I'm Mo Yang!"
"Hello."
