I roared helplessly, but I could only watch as they knocked over tables one after another.
I was helpless.
The image that I stood there with a helpless expression was recorded by Shirley in the broadcast room. She laughed more and more wildly.
At the front of the hall, there was a photo of my dad.
Seeing that they were about to hit my dad's photo, I hurriedly said, "Enough! Enough! Don't you just want money? I'll give it to you!"
The bodyguards turned a deaf ear to my words.
The scene was in a mess.
The staff member rushed over and held my father's photo and ashes in his arms. He was in a panic and had nowhere to hide.
Hearing this, Shirley sneered and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Now you know you're wrong? Why didn't you think about today when you were a mistress?"
"You're giving me money? Aren't you giving my husband money to me? Do you have any shame?"
"Let me tell you, it's too late to say anything now! I will smash them all! Don't leave any chopsticks!"
I was so angry. I could tell that the problem lay with her.
The next second, I rushed straight at her.
I reached out to grab Shirley's phone, but was quickly stopped by the bodyguards next to her.
I was lifted up.