The sound in the video was very low, but Mrs. Zhang heard it all very clearly—the woman's faint moans and the man's muffled grunts, the breaths of both, unmistakably reaching her ears.
Finally, her nerves seemed to be stimulated by something, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her hands tightly clutching the edge of the sofa, her nails digging deep into the flesh.
"So, Zhang Jianyuan dares to cheat on me with another woman!"
Mrs. Zhang suddenly swung her arm, and the computer that had been placed properly on the mahjong table shattered into pieces with a loud "bang," her expression growing uglier by the second.
This scene shocked everyone present.
Mrs. Zhang grabbed the woman who had been whispering in her ear, "Find out who that little bitch is for me, I'm going to make her life a living hell."
In her early years, Mrs. Zhang had worked as a butcher, and her grip was even stronger than a man's, causing the rich housewife to feel as though her arm was being torn off.