Ye Wanwan rushed into the changing room and looked at Wen Ruan, who was slowly touching up her makeup. She screamed crazily.
"Wen Ruan, what are you trying to do? Did you record our conversation? Hand over your phone-"
Ye Wanwan's face twisted as she pounced on Wen Ruan. Wen Ruan grabbed her wrist and slapped her face.
Ye Wanwan took a few steps back.
Wen Ruan pointed at the equipment that was connected to the big screen in the clubhouse." There's no recording. It's a live broadcast. Your mother should be surrounded by reporters right now!"
The blood in Ye Wanwan's body was flowing backward. Looking at Wen Ruan's delicate and moving face, she wished she could tear her into pieces.
She clenched her fists tightly and shouted at the top of her lungs," Wen Ruan, why did you deliberately plot against my mother and me?"
"You used to have such a good relationship with the both of us. Why did you become like this?"
