Chapter 72: The Lavish Gift Shower

Meanwhile, in Irene's livestream. The flood of malicious comments made it difficult for Irene's fans to see clearly. Madame Kashi, being elderly, struggled to read the fast-moving messages and anxiously put on her glasses, smiling, "Children, slow down the comments. Grandma can't see the messages from those who truly need help." **[A bunch of old hags, almost in their graves, still out here scamming?]** **[When my grandma was this old, she was at home watching TV all day. If you're poor, I can donate a few bucks to you.]** **[Die tomorrow if you're lying, stop talking, no one wants to hear you.]** Irene's face turned dark. These people, hiding behind the anonymity of the internet, said the most hurtful things. Madame Kashi was still straining to read the scrolling comments, and Irene sighed with relief. Thank goodness Grandma didn't see those. Madame Kashi chuckled bitterly, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes, "Ah, getting old, my eyes aren't what they used to be." I