The moment those words left his lips, a deluge of comments poured in.
Netizen 1: [Huh? What's happening? This feels oddly familiar.]
Netizen 2: [That was too obvious. Consider me for your next act?]
Netizen 3: [The performance was a bit over the top, like a certain young actress who always overacts.]
Ignoring those comments, I pressed on, "There's something in that house. If you don't deal with it, your wife won't be able to conceive."
Max fell silent and anxiously blurted out, "How much will it cost?"
I was about to say "no charge" when a shrill laugh echoed through the room.
Max burst into laughter. "You've been had!
"I lied! Why would I buy a haunted house with a family? I just wanted to see you squirm."
His laughter ensued, accompanied by a flurry of comments.
Netizen 1: [Holy moly! He's lying.]
Netizen 2: [Impressive! Rebellionist, you're the online fraud buster!]
Netizen 3: [This twist is epic. Love it!]
The live broadcast was suddenly swamped with a cacophony of comments.
I furrowed my brow, coldly asking, "Has your mother been in poor health during the past six months since she moved in? She's skinny and has nightmares every night?"