In the room were some shelves, on which were placed some boxes containing all sorts of treasures.
On the innermost wall hung an enshrined black and white photo.
In the photo was a woman in her twenties. She had a bright smile on her face, but everyone knew that this woman had been dead for many years.
Queenie walked forward. As she did, her hips swayed from side to side, as did the red wine glass in her hand.
She went up to the photo, and then, poured the red wine onto the ground.
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"Daddy, have you not been watching my live-streams lately? You haven't been tipping me at all! Sponsor Grandpa has become the No. 1 patron now."
Cherry stretched out her chubby fingers and showed off while speaking coquettishly in her young and tender voice, "Grandpa and I make video calls every day! But you disappeared for a month and didn't look for me even once! Cherry is mad!"
