Shirley covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised and scared in front of the camera.
"My friends, this mistress just wanted to attack me. Is there any justice in this world?"
"What do you think we should do? She didn't pay back my husband's money, and now she wants to hit me! I'm so scared!"
Although she said that she was afraid, she walked towards me.
She bent down to pick up a plate from the table and slapped it on my face with all my strength.
The porcelain plate shattered in an instant, and a bloody wound appeared on my face.
Blood oozed out.
Shirley turned the camera back to my face.
"How about this? Isn't it cool enough? That's what a mistress should end up with!"
"Please give me more likes and share the live broadcast with all the evil women!"
"Only death awaits those who ruin other people's relationships!"
There was no place to stay in the hall.
All the emergency passages were crowded with guests.
The two staff members holding my father's bone ashes and funeral photos stood at the front with panic written all over their faces.
Shirley saw their figures at a glance, pointed at them and said.
"Smash the things in their hands! There's no need to pretend?"