C54 The Host Competed in a Battle of Words(last part)

Suddenly, a powerful boom erupted from the speakers. Glancing over, the microphone Yan Qiurou had dropped was quivering on the ground, emitting a series of ear-piercing noises.

Pfft!

Lin Haoyu let out a light chuckle, turned his head, and smiled at a visibly irritated Yan Qiurou.

"Oh? Yan Qiurou, how about we make a bet?"

Yan Qiurou paused for a moment