Upon seeing this, Agnes's lips quirked in a smirk. "Is she your wife? Isn't she a bit . . . fat?"
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The onlooker's legs quaked. Even the presenter held onto the board when his legs gave way. Right now, no one dared to even blink as their eyes popped from their sockets in disbelief. Their mouth, hanging open, yet no words came out, only the rumbling of their anxious hearts.
Does this woman have a death wish?!
"C-Cain . . ."
Amidst the tense, horror-like atmosphere, the little bunny's muffled sob resonated like an eerie cry in a desolate foggy forest.
Leanna faced her husband with her big watery eyes, flushed face, quivering lips, and sniffling cute nose. She looked like someone had stolen her candy.
"C-Cain, s-she said I'm . . . FAT! *sob . . . she said . . . *sob . . . I'm fat!"
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