Timmy looked at the barrage of abusive comments in the live stream, and had a very bad feeling in his heart.

He quickly clicked on the "Science Cultivation" account and found that the other party's avatar also showed that they were in the live stream.

He immediately said, "Oh my god, did he say anything bad about us in the live stream? Sigh...netizens nowadays are really too kind and easy to be deceived by bad people.

I advise some big bloggers to be moral and not to slander others. There is justice in this world and what goes around comes around..."

The netizens in the live stream were speechless. He hadn't even opened the live stream, and he was already accusing others of slandering him?

As expected, bad people have no shame. When they become ruthless, they don't feel any pressure even if they curse themselves.

While Timmy was preaching, he opened the other party's live stream.

The words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

No one in the other party's live stream was bad-mouthing him. It was...his own studio!

The screen was full of cats, and even Rick was caught red-handed...

Timmy felt like he was falling into an ice cellar and couldn't say a word.

He thought the other party was also exposing him in the live stream, so he could argue and defend himself, and it wouldn't be easy to say who the netizens would believe in the end!

But the other party was live streaming his cat blood business. How could he defend himself...

Timmy forced himself to remain calm and frowned, saying, "What's going on? Where am I? Why are you all here to curse me? Did you get the wrong person?"

At a critical moment, he chose to deny everything!

Kellen was also watching his live stream, and sneered, "Oh? You don't admit it? Have you forgotten that this is your studio, and it has your name, photo, and identity information?"

He picked up Susie from behind, and neither he nor Susie showed their faces.

Susie learned from her father's appearance yesterday, adjusted the rocket launcher, and aimed at the business license on the wall.

The voice of a cute little girl sounded, "ID card, name, Timmy, gender, boy, age, 913 years old..."

Susie looked at the long string of numbers on the business license and felt strange. Was that bad man really that old?

Although the online audience didn't see Susie, they were stunned by her cute voice and nonsense talk.

"Haha... it says on here, business license... name, type, legal representative..."

"If I didn't know how to read, I would've believed it."

"Haha, such nonsense talks with a serious face. You're not even a month old and already working? Did you graduate from kindergarten?"

With the interruption from the cute little girl, the hostility in the live broadcast room dissipated a lot.

Kellen redirected the conversation and pointed the rocket launcher at the side, "What's your boss's name and where's his ID? Show it to me."

The accountant tried to resist and weakly said, "Who are you guys? Why do you have the right to check our documents? This is illegal!"

Kellen replied, "Oh? So what?"

The accountant was speechless.

Susie clenched her fists and mimicked fiercely, "So what!"

She didn't quite manage to sound fierce, but rather cute.

Mitch, who was floating on the side, rubbed his forehead.

He couldn't stand it anymore and waved his sleeve, blowing away the IDs and information hidden under various books.

The accountant saw a strange wind that seemed to come from nowhere, blowing away everything on the table and revealing her hidden ID.

It looked like it was blown out by the wind, but how could the wind be so precise?

In an instant, she thought of something. When you have done something bad, you're always afraid of being caught. The accountant was scared and dared not speak anymore.

Kellen moved the camera, and his slender fingers firmly pressed on one of the documents, which was Timmy's ID.

"Timmy, ID number... Timmy's studio is really shameless."

"Does the other party have any more excuses?" he sarcastically asked.

The online audience immediately rushed to convey the message, "The other party said that having the same name and appearance doesn't mean it's him."

"The other party also bit back, saying that the blogger built the scene just to harm him."

Kellen sneered, "He really has no shame."

Susie followed the business's lead and said, "Hmph, shameless!"

Kellen pointed to a computer and said to another staff member, "Come on, open your account - you should have your own account in the backstage of the same studio, right?"

Susie pointed to the computer, one hand holding a rocket launcher and the other pounding the table, "Open it, open it! You have the guts to do something bad, you have the guts to open it!"

Everyone remained silent.

Nothing was seen, only a small, clenched fist of a hand in the frame, with a few shallow pits on the back of the knuckles, a cute little paw.

Not at all fierce, even more adorable.

Kellen suddenly felt like his daughter came to sabotage, and couldn't help but smile slightly. She was so cute, let her sabotage if she wanted to.

The staff's eyes were wandering, "This computer is broken..."

As he spoke, he quietly tried to step on the socket to cut off the power.

Kellen's eyes turned cold, "I think it's your brain that's broken?"

People who have been to the battlefield and killed countless enemies have a very fierce look in their eyes.

With just one look from Kellen, the staff member froze in place and didn't dare to make any more moves. She suspected that if she dared to move, her head would be twisted off...

The backstage of the computer was opened, and more than a hundred accounts were exposed.

Among them, Pinky's account, which had the most followers and was a key account of the studio, and Timmy's personal account were particularly obvious.

Pinky's account was shown as live streaming. Kellen clicked on it and selected "Sync Live", and the screen displayed Timmy's face.

This time, the table was pounded to death.