"Why is that slut Qiao Mianmian so lucky? Why!" Little Xiao's face was pale. She almost had a heart attack from scrolling through Weibo. She waved her hand and swept the red wine bottle on the table to the ground. Even after seeing a bottle of wine worth fifty to sixty thousand yuan being smashed on the ground, she still felt that it wasn't enough to vent her anger.
She then smashed a vase.
There was a crackling sound.
The floor was a mess.
"B*tch, b*tch, Qiao Mianmian, you b*tch." At this time, Little Xiao seemed to have gone crazy. If her fans saw her now, they would probably be shocked.
Just as she was gritting her teeth and thinking about how to retaliate, her cell phone rang.
The ringing was urgent.
Little Xiao walked over and looked down.
Seeing that it was her manager, she took a deep breath and picked up her cell phone.
"Sister Aisha."
