The red light in the live broadcast room was like bloodthirsty eyes, staring intently at the squirming octopus tentacles in his son's mouth.
"Please dad... I'll eat... Don't hit me..."
The husband snapped his belt outside the camera, with a sinister look on his face: "Swallow it, this will be your life."
I broke in through the door and shattered his dream of getting rich with one slap in front of tens of millions of spectators.
But he waved a fake mental evaluation and whispered in my ear.
"Lin Wanwan, do you think the judge believes in a madman or in me, a model father?"
