The respectful but not humble voice sounds, Gu Qianmeng carries other people's eyes, comes to the wine table, bends over, slender fingertips on the turntable.

"If it's a game, punish me in the way of a game. Whoever the turntable points to, I'll tell whoever it is."

Finish saying, fingertips again gently press, the turntable revolves around the crowd, the pointer stops in front of Qi Ye...

Previously, someone just made fun of Qiye.

I didn't expect a phrase to be a prophecy.

Gu Qianmeng's eyes almost stared out, followed the pointer and looked at Qiye.

Whatever a game is, advertising is nothing. Why does the pointer prefer Qiye?

Qiye...