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The courtroom instantly erupted.

Reporters rushed forward like madmen, and the bailiffs had to maintain order.

The father-in-law's face was ashen, while the mother-in-law suddenly screamed hysterically.

"It's fake! All fake! The dirt on my son's grave isn't even dry, and you're slandering him like this!"

Her argument was cut short when I played the recording on my phone.

"Don't worry about mom and dad, Xu Jing, that stupid woman, is the most susceptible to moral coercion. Once the storm passes, I'll bring the new daughter-in-law back to take care of you. By then, that old hag will probably be long gone."

Zhao Mingyuan's familiar voice emanated from the speakers.

The recording ended, leaving the room in deathly silence.

The audience suddenly burst into laughter.

Several internet celebrities who were live-streaming had expressions as if they had swallowed a fly, and the comments flipped in an observable speed.

"Damn, it's a twist! He faked his death to trick his wife!"