After Pearlie obediently sat down, Emerson spoke again. "Pearlie, one and a half years old, loves to steal things, loves to run away from home, has no merits."
The whole scene seemed to be muted, strangely quiet.
Because Emerson was looking at me when he said this.
But the people in the live broadcast room seemed to have not noticed and were still lively.
Because of Emerson's joining, the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room soared to five million at one point.
[Pearlie is indeed as good-looking as its 'dad', the dog raised by Emerson is different, even the name is so down-to-earth.]
[Haha! Loves to steal things, loves to run away from home, how can it be like a little princess!]
[Look, Emerson is a 'daughter' slave?]
Because I dared not look at Emerson, I kept watching the comments in the live broadcast room.
"This group of people is so judgmental, treating people differently based on who they are! My son's 'name' is Goldie, which sounds tacky, and Emerson's 'daughter' is called Pearlie, which is down-to-earth." I thought.
Woof woof~
I was so absorbed in reading the comments that I didn't hold the dog leash tightly, and Goldie ran straight toward Emerson.