After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

"Wind Yin?"

Surprised and excited, her mother stared at Feng Yin with wide eyes, and then at Zhang Zixuan on the bed.

"My daughter—she, she, she—is living in the wind!"

"Oh my God! I saw the living Feng Yin."

Obviously, Zhang Zixuan’s mother is a fan of Feng Yin.

"Thanks to the King of Hell, I am living a pretty good life."

Feng Yin stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Zhang Zixuan's mother. With a half-joking remark, Zhang Zixuan's mother tried her best to suppress the scream in her throat, and stretched out a hand while trying her best to be calm and pretending to be indifferent.

"Hello."

"Mom, don't pretend to be indifferent at this time. Everything was exposed just now."

The knot in Zhang Zixuan's heart was somewhat broken, and she looked at Feng Yin who was more talkative and said, "I know you because my mother likes to watch your live broadcast."

"It's okay, it's okay. Her dad likes to watch it more, doesn't he?"

Zhang Zixuan's mother tried her best to pretend to be stable. First, she betrayed her closest teammate. Zhang Zixuan's father, who was suddenly named, clasped his hands in front of him and raised the corners of his lips to a fixed level.

"Her mother is right!"

"You can't say anything else!"

Zhang Zixuan's mother glared at her father fiercely. Zhang Zixuan's father immediately put down his hands and stood up straight.

"Her mother is absolutely right!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Puff——"

Several people in the room were made to laugh by Zhang Zixuan's father, but he himself looked cute and expressionless, which made everyone laugh even more happily.

【This dad is very real. 】

[It’s interesting, my dad is like this too. 】

[This is the truth summarized from many lessons of blood and tears. 】Netizens ridiculed one after another, and the sad atmosphere before in the comment area was blown away.

Feng Yin was still the calmest spectator, his eyes falling on Zhang Zixuan's father.

"What you said is the truth."

Zhang Zixuan's father nodded firmly, pointed one hand at Zhang Zixuan's mother and said, "My family's truth!"

Zhang Zixuan, who was on the bed, looked at her unfamiliar yet familiar father, laughing to the point of tears. She couldn't help but ask, "Dad, I didn't know you were so funny."

Zhang Zixuan's father turned his head and looked at his daughter with what he thought was the warmest smile.

"Everything you said is right, and you are also dad's truth."

In one sentence, Zhang Zixuan, who had just turned from gloomy to sunny, burst into tears again.

"Shut up, you're doing it for the kids!"

Zhang Zixuan's mother wiped away the tears from the corners of Zhang Zixuan's eyes and said in a coaxing tone: "Okay, how can a family be so particular? If you have anything to do in the future, tell us directly, okay?"

Zhang Zixuan nodded.

At Zhang Zixuan's urging, her mother took a photo with Feng Yin and left Feng Yin's signature.

Zhang's mother said duplicity: "I'm so sorry, but actually I don't want anything."

"Then give it back to me. I can get some money by selling it to the paparazzi."

Feng Yin stretched out her hand, and Zhang's mother quickly stuffed the signature under Zhang Zixuan's quilt. Regardless of Zhang Zixuan who was already hot and sweating, she covered her with a quilt. She pressed the quilt with one hand and touched Zhang Zixuan's forehead with the other. .

"Oh, do you have a fever again? Let's rush to the hospital!"

"Mom - I think there is nothing wrong with me - you are right, you should go to the hospital."

Under the threat from her mother's eyes, Zhang Zixuan put on her shoes and the family of three walked out of the infirmary.

As for whether he went to the hospital or not, that is not known to everyone.

Feng Yin's part-time job ended here, and she received the salary of a temporary worker, 50 yuan.