Chapter 97 I'm Milk Sugar's Daddy
As soon as the livestream started, people poured in continuously, almost causing the livestream room to explode.
Fortunately, with Ethan's technical support, the room quickly reached over ten million viewers, and the number kept increasing.
[Where's Milk Sugar? Why hasn't she appeared yet?]
[Is Milk Sugar going to show her face today?]
"Ethan, can I do it like this?" Emma asked, wearing a mask and two twisted braids, and dressed in a princess dress. However, she only showed her face, not her whole body.
Ethan: "Yes, I'll add some filters for you."
By adding filters, she wouldn't have to worry about being recognized.
"Will it affect my cuteness?" She had heard that filters could change a person's appearance. She was so cute, but with the filters, she might not be herself anymore. Would everyone still like her?
Ethan: "No, it won't."
"Then let's begin," Emma said eagerly.
The livestream started, and Emma's voice came through, sweet and milky, "Good evening, uncles, aunties, brothers, and sisters. I'm Milk Sugar, so sweet."
[Why isn't Milk Sugar showing her face yet?]
[Is she playing with us?]
"I'm not playing with you. I'll be out soon. Brother is helping me adjust the camera," Emma said.
[How old is Milk Sugar's brother?]
[Will her brother show his face too?]
"My brother is shy. He won't show his face," Emma replied.
If her brother also showed his face, her mom would soon find out about their secret livestream. Mom was so smart that she would immediately guess that she and her brother were secretly livestreaming.
Seeing Ethan make an "OK" gesture, Emma immediately said sweetly, "I'll be out soon. Let's count down from ten together."
[Ten.]
[Nine.]
The comments section was filled with the countdown, while Dirty Mud, Rich Daddy, and others were still sending gifts.
Everyone's excitement seemed to be soaring, filled with anticipation.
[One.]
As the last number was counted, Emma tapped the iPad and turned on the camera.
For a few seconds, no one spoke in the comments section, creating a sudden silence in the air.
Gabriel looked at the five-year-old girl on the screen, wearing a mask, with two cute little braids. Her blinking eyes had a mischievous glimmer, giving him a familiar feeling.
Her whole being exuded a small and adorable charm.
The comments section exploded.
[Wow, she's really five years old.]
[Is she real? She didn't use filters, right?]
Ethan applied the filters carefully. He turned Emma's eyes from phoenix-shaped to peach-shaped and slimmed her face slightly, adding a touch of blur. It basically retained her original cuteness without being easily recognized.
Besides, she was still wearing a mask.
That made it even safer.
Emma giggled, "I'm a real person."
[Little sister, can you take off the mask?]
Emma shook her head, "I can't. Bad people will target Milk Sugar."
[Milk Su...
Gabriel is right, we can't expose ourselves. The online world is full of surprises, and who knows what might happen if someone starts paying attention to us.
Milk Sugar, we believe in you.
Are you really a wealthy family's daughter, Milk Sugar?
Wealthy family's daughter? Emma tilted her head and pondered. Every move she made was being watched by netizens, whether it was shaking her head, tilting her head, or waving her hand. Every adorable moment of hers was greatly loved by them.
The comment section erupted in screams.
"Ah, she fooled me again by being so adorable!"
"If only my little cotton ball could be this cute."
"I declare that I am now a fan of Milk Sugar's dad."
"I've heard of being a fan of moms, but what is being a fan of dads?"
Gabriel stared at the comment section. "A fan of dads?"
Then countless people started sending gifts.
"As long as I send the most gifts, I'll be Milk Sugar's only dad."
Gabriel furrowed his brow. Was there such a saying?
He clicked on the gift button, sending rockets, planes, and mansions flying. In an instant, he had sent over a million.
"What kind of nouveau riche is this?"
Gabriel smirked mischievously. "I am the only dad of Milk Sugar!"
When Ethan saw this ID, he couldn't help but think of the bad egg dad. But how could the bad egg dad be watching the live stream and sending so many gifts, claiming to be Emma's only dad?
The flood of gifts left Emma dumbfounded, with a confused expression on her face, making the netizens think she was even more adorable.
"Milk Sugar, Mommy loves you."
"Milk Sugar, Daddy loves you too."
Emma intentionally showed a hint of sadness in her eyes and sighed, "All of you want to be Milk Sugar's mom and dad, but what about her biological parents? Their position is in jeopardy."
"Wow, Milk Sugar even knows idioms."
"Milk Sugar has a great sense of humor."
"Is Milk Sugar really attending kindergarten?"
"It's okay, they are your real parents in reality, and we are your online dads and moms."
"No one should try to bully my Milk Sugar daughter anymore."
"You all have been deceived by her, just a scammer behind the filter."
"Maybe she's being kept by a rich sponsor and deliberately pretending to be a child."
"You dare pretend to be a child in front of me, I want to see that."
"Now that AI is so advanced, there are plenty of filters to make someone look young."
Gabriel frowned deeply. How come there are still haters mindlessly hating?
Rich Daddy: "The current AI face-swapping technology is not mature yet, even ordinary people can tell at a glance, so haters, get your facts straight before hating, okay?"
Dirty Mud: "She's so smart at the age of five, you adults can't compare, blushy face."
Ethan looked at the two people replying to the haters. Could it be that this Dirty Mud is also a child?
Emma: "She really attends kindergarten, but she has already learned many idioms."
"Wow, my Milk Sugar is so smart."
Emma happily chatted with the netizens for almost an hour.
Hours later, thanks to Rich Daddy's generous gifts, she quickly rose to the top of the rankings and gained more attention, resulting in a second round of trending topics.
Emma: "To all the generous daddies, mommies, and brothers and sisters, Milk Sugar is going offline now. Goodnight."
The live stream ended, and Emma took off her mask. She checked the earnings in the backstage and her eyes widened in shock.
"Ethan, we can buy Mommy a little car now."
Ethan ignored her and focused on coding.
Emma pouted unhappily and poked his arm.
"Ethan, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to find out who this person is."
"You mean the one who gave me the most gifts?" Emma leaned over in surprise, but she couldn't understand the series of data on the screen either.
"Yeah, I suspect he's a bad daddy. I'm checking his IP address."
"What?"
Emma raised her delicate eyebrows. Could a bad daddy also watch live streams and send her so many gifts?
Does the bad daddy like her too?
Emma propped her chin on her hand and suddenly felt that tonight's earnings weren't as exciting anymore.
"I can't find anything."
After more than ten minutes, Ethan dejectedly lowered his head.
This ID's address is hidden too deeply, and even when he was investigating, the other party seemed to have sensed it and moved their address.
"Ethan..." Emma softly called him and then said with a worried expression, "Why did the bad daddy send me so many gifts? Does he know that I'm his daughter?"
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