In a luxurious villa, Zhang Ya locked herself alone in a room.
On her desk, there was a large photo featuring three people.
One man and two women.
The man was Lin Tian, and the women were He Qianqian and Bu Mengting.
In the photo, the three of them were huddled together, their faces beaming with bright smiles.
Zhang Ya's gaze first focused on Bu Mengting, then shifted to He Qianqian.
"Good, you like them, I want them dead!"
Zhang Ya became agitated, and from nowhere, she found a small knife and slashed the photo.
The first cut was between Lin Tian and Bu Mengting, creating a crack between them.
"Hmph, I will definitely divide you."
Then another slash went across He Qianqian's face.
"Old woman, you don't deserve to live in this world."
After that, Zhang Ya became more frenzied. The knife slashed again and again, tearing the photo apart with slits everywhere until it finally became pieces.
