The Island Master watching the live stream jumped up, pointing at Little Taotie: "What's this Little Cub up to? Is she going to harm my Gold Mountain?"
The woman, having swapped her medieval princess dress for casual wear, lounged lazily on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine, "How interesting!"
"No way, Gold Mountain has been with me for over two years and is about to celebrate its third birthday, I can't turn a birthday into a death day! I have to stop them!"
The woman squinted at the Island Master, saying lazily, "You've finally found yourself an excuse to join the game."
The Island Master's hand, tying his tie, froze, and he coughed dryly: "Don't understand me so well, it makes me uncomfortable."
Actually, he'd long wanted to get involved on the island, but there had been no excuse until now; finally, he had one, as he was going to rescue his pet Gold Mountain! The producer had no reason to stop him, right?
But what's up with this woman, seeing through him at a glance?
