I was dead, lying on the cold autopsy table. The undertaker who arranged my remains was the husband who said he would love me forever - he was impatiently handling my bloody body, but he never recognized that it was his wife whom he had arranged to divorce today. In the live broadcast room, fans asked "Where is Sister Ningning?", But he avoided the topic irritably. He didn't know that the last call he hung up on was my plea for help before I was run over by a truck. Wang Cenyang, millions of fans in your live broadcast room are watching - how do you explain that on the day your wife died, you and your mistress were waiting for me to sign for divorce at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau?
