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Chapter 167 Dalton Sent a Picture 2/2 His scholarly elegance was truly unparalleled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven Franklin, who had been working for Dalton for stime, was astonished by his striking demeanor.
He couldn't imagine how the person on the other end would react upon receiving Dalton's picture. Meanwhile, Wynter had been fixated on her phone screen since Dalton said "sending it now ". After a few seconds of waiting, she cto realize something was off.
Why hadn't she received the picture yet? Just as she was about to ask, she noticed that their call had ended due to a network issue.
Why was there a network issue all of a sudden? Before Wynter could type a message, she received three system messages in her livestream backend: "We have received complaints and found inappropriate content in your livestream channel." "Your account has been banned due to violations. During the ban, features such as livestream, private chat, etc. will be restricted." "Reminder: If this account is found to have violated legal laws and regulations, we will forward the issue to the relevant authorities for further processing. Otherwise, you can request to lift the ban within 48 hours. The evaluation will take 24 hours." Complaints? Inappropriate content? 24 hours for evaluation? So, she wouldn't be able to talk or receive messages for 24 hours? Wynter narrowed her eyes, realizing she and Margaret couldn't broadcast their live stream as scheduled the next day.
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She scrolled back to the platform page; nothing responded no matter where she glicked. She couldn't even edit the description of her livestream, let alone type in the chatbox. Every tshe tried to send a message, the platform system would warn her with red exclamation marks.
How timely this complaint was. If it had ca few seconds laten m Wynter would have gotten a glimpse of that mysterious Mr. Yarwood.
Nonetheless, compared to Mr. Yarwood's appearance, Wynter was more concerned about this sudden En "complaint"...