I am the cleaning lady of the boss's house, and I am forced to watch the bloody drama every day.
The president was socializing with his female secretary, and his wife cried: "I won't listen! You guys are just having an affair!"
The president slammed the door and chased his wife. I knelt down and wiped the red wine stains: "Smash it! Break this 1982 Lafite!"
Until the wife disappeared mysteriously, the president rushed through the door holding her unconscious.
I lowered my head and mopped the floor, and the inner barrage exploded: "Have you overturned your self-directed and self-acted performance? The real kidnapper doesn't care whether you are White Lotus or not!"
The president suddenly turned his head and glared at me: "Mother Wang, how did you know it was directed and acted by yourself?"
I was so frightened that I dropped the mop, and then I realized that they could hear my voice.
What's even more frightening is that the president asked in a deep voice: "There's a strange smell in the garage... Do you still know where the kidnapper is?"
