"Why is that bitch Joanna Lawrence so lucky, why?!" Sophie's face was livid. After browsing her blog for a while, she was almost on the verge of a heart attack. She waved her hand and swatted the wine bottle on the table onto the floor. Seeing the bottle worth fifty to sixty thousand smashed to smithereens and turned into garbage, she still didn't feel enough hatred vented out.
She picked up a vase nearby and slammed it onto the ground as well.
A series of crashing noises followed.
The floor was instantly a mess.
"Bitch, bitch, Joanna Lawrence, you bitch." Sophie, at this moment, was like a madwoman, gritting her teeth and grimacing so much that if her fans saw it, they would probably be scared.
Just as she was gritting her teeth in hatred for Joanna, and thinking about how to strike back, the phone she had thrown on the couch rang one ring after another.
The ringtone was so urgent it sounded like a death knell.
Sophie walked over and glanced down.
