Wang Qianqian flew into a rage, unleashing her anger on the nanny.
"It was you who wanted the soup, how is this my business?"
The nanny didn't pay any attention to the furious Wang Qianqian and left the dining room.
Wang Qianqian had no idea that the bitter gourd soup she had wasn't just made with bitter gourd.
Middle of the night.
As Wang Qianqian was sleeping sweetly, she suddenly felt a turmoil in her stomach and hurried to the restroom, clutching her belly.
But before she could pull down her trousers, she could no longer hold it in and had diarrhea.
"Ah!"
Wang Qianqian screamed loudly.
She had never been so humiliated before; she quickly took off her trousers, covered her stomach, and squatted over the toilet...
This squatting went on for more than half an hour, and after Wang Qianqian had taken a bath, just as she was getting ready to lie down, her stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable again.
