There were even people spitting on my wife's ashes.
My eyes were red. My whole body was trembling. My nails are embedded in my palms, squeezing out blood.
But I could only watch helplessly. I couldn't stop them.
I felt angry and hated it even more.
"I wish I could tear these people in front of me into pieces!"
Seeing that my eyes were red with anger, several anchors pointed the camera at my face and started filming.
"Guys, did you see that? This kept man is angry. How scary!"
"This is the effect we want. As long as male virtue judges take action, there is no mistress in this world that we can't teach a lesson to."
"Look at his wretched appearance now. He can't do anything to us. He can only be powerless and furious. It is so funny!"
At one time, the comments were flooding all over the screen. Various gift effects were crazily displayed in the live broadcast room.
Those anchors almost laughed their heads off.
Kendall didn't seem to be satisfied yet. He came to me, glaring at me fiercely.
"You trash. While flirting with my woman, you are crying bitterly in front of your wife's ashes, right?"
"Today, I want to see how deep your affection is!"