Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Wang Tianyue's incident caused an immediate sensation upon its release.

The show's viewership has also surged to an unprecedented level.

Yue Qingyou lowered her head slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of regret.

"Qingyou, this isn't your fault!"

Zhou Yan quickly comforted Yue Qingyou.

Yue Qingyou nodded and said nothing more.

Because it was a live broadcast, nothing could be stopped or covered up; it happened, and that was that.

The program is still running as usual.

"Wang Tianyue left, does that mean she automatically forfeited? Now we just need to choose one more person!"

Zhou Yan asked.

"This is the only way!"

The host was also very embarrassed, after all, Wang Tianyue is the daughter of a wealthy patron, and this talent show was held almost entirely for her.

This is really upsetting that something like this has happened.

"Let's choose a player now!"

The host, gritting his teeth, continued hosting.

Anyway, it was because Wang Tianyue left on her own, and it had nothing to do with them.

Yue Qingyou glanced at Yue Qinglan, who also looked at her with disdain, her smile still carrying a hint of contempt.

Clearly, she was provoking him.

Yue Qingyou naturally wouldn't give her that chance; she wouldn't lower herself to compete with Yue Qinglan.

Why should I help promote someone who just entered the talent show?

"Yue Qingyou, I think you have absolutely no manners! Grandma just spoils you too much! You speak so recklessly, don't you know what you can and can't say?!"

Yue Qinglan automatically stepped forward and started shouting.

Even if you don't provoke the dog, you can't prevent it from provoking you.

Yue Qingyou glanced at her, feeling quite surprised.

"How am I ill-mannered? I just thought she looked familiar and it reminded me of something from the past. How did something like that become ill-mannered in your eyes?!"

Yue Qingyou asked her in a calm voice.

"Then where is your upbringing when you publicly criticize me?!"

Yue Qinglan choked, her face turning pale, and she burst into tears.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease; this is an age-old truth.

In the last program, Yue Qingyou gave her a chance, but this time, she will never give her one again.

If you can't win an argument, you cry. Everyone suffers sometimes.

Yue Qinglan was wearing heavy makeup and a form-fitting black dress, making her look like she was in her early twenties, even though she was only sixteen. She appeared very mature.

"Yue Qinglan, what right do you have to yell at me? Yes, I have no upbringing... because I didn't have a father to teach me. You stole my father away!"

Yue Qingyou suddenly stood up. She glanced at Yue Qinglan, her eyes red and brimming with tears that seemed about to fall.

But no tears were about to fall; she forced them back in.

Yue Qingyou stood up and immediately left her seat.

As they walked out of the studio, Windsor followed and secretly gave Yue Qingyou a thumbs up.

The two had just walked out when a large group of people chased after them.

Yue Qingyou and the others ignored them and strode forward.

It wasn't until she got into the car that Yue Qingyou's expression returned to normal.

"The internet is going to explode again."

Windsor smiled, opened the webpage, and refreshed it.