"Famous?" Lai Zhiyuan slapped Miaomiao to the floor, glaring at her with furious eyes, "Is this what you call famous? I'm so disgraced it's known nationwide, and now even you dare to mock me?"
Miaomiao, holding her swollen face, looked at Lai Zhiyuan with grievance, "Yuanyuan sis, I didn't mean to mock you, I..."
Lai Zhiyuan looked at the photo in the newspaper, which didn't even have a mosaic to cover it, and in a rage, she grabbed the paper and started tearing it frantically.
Miaomiao, terrified, fell silent and didn't dare to just blurt out anything to calm her, afraid of being hit.
Finally, after the newspaper was torn to shreds, Lai Zhiyuan slumped on the sofa, gasping for breath, when suddenly the phone rang. She cast a sharp glance toward the source of the sound.
Miaomiao clenched the phone, looking at Lai Zhiyuan with trepidation, "Yuanyuan sis, it's Sister Lin calling."
