I dressed up like the fake rich man who was black on the internet.
According to the plot, I would be jealous of the real daughter, so I would throw water on her during a live variety show, and then be violently kicked out of the industry by the Internet, and die tragically on the street.
I smiled when I looked at the pit dug by the program crew and the crazy rhythmic barrage in front of me.
In front of the live broadcast camera, I put down the water glass aimed at the real daughter, and turned to look at the top actor outside the camera: "Didn't the brat you raised come back to bite you recently?"
The actor's face turned pale and the live broadcast was interrupted.
The next day, the article about me withdrawing from the circle exploded.
An artist surnamed Jiang broadcast fortune-telling live, and the actor called the police overnight #Explosion!
She pointed at the new director and said, "You are carrying a debt of life # boil!"
Later, rival fans, rich ex-husbands, and even my extremely partial richest adoptive father crowded into my small fortune-telling live broadcast room, asking only for my predictions.
And the real daughter who stole my life was crying to the camera: "Sister, why do you want to scare everyone with metaphysics?"
I slowly took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry, I reckon your father will be arrested in three days."
