The scene erupted in chaos, and everyone froze in place.
The bodyguards and reporters wore expressions of confusion.
Wen Wanzi stood in the biting wind, dressed in just a thin wool sweater, her body not trembling in the slightest.
The fury in her heart had long since spread through her entire being.
Cao Qing, with her fiery temper, couldn't stand this blatant false accusation. Unable to tolerate it, she snapped, "Making up lies on the spot—are you itching to go to jail!"
Wen Wanzi reached out to block Cao Qing, but her own hands were trembling in anger as she shouted harshly.
"Tell whoever's behind this: if you have a problem, come at me. Hurting the elderly, the weak, and the disabled—aren't you afraid of going to hell?"
The foreman gave a brazen laugh and spat viciously. "Hell? I'm already there!"