"You still want to fool me? Someone already showed me the surveillance footage. It was you, this bastard, spouting nonsense. How come I didn't know you have a mental disorder? And that you might inadvertently harm others, not to mention being infertile for life. Roll back here right now, and see if I don't beat you to death!"
Jiang Mu's voice thundered through the phone.
Jiang Zhiwei instinctively shivered, well aware that this was definitely not the time to go home.
"Mom, I'm filming right now, how can I return?"
"Don't think I don't know you're deliberately hiding from me! I'm telling you, with you painting yourself in this light, you'll soon be unmarriageable! Forget about shooting, if you don't come back, tomorrow I'm bringing a feather duster to the production crew!"
Jiang Mu was at the pinnacle of her rage, intolerant of even a moment's delay.
