Lydia Janis's identity was exposed, and her past indiscretions were once again brought up by netizens, who subjected her to a barrage of curses.
The comments became a hotbed of vitriol, filled with crude and indecent language.
In a luxurious mansion in the Capital,
A woman dressed in expensive clothes held her phone, looking at the program group's official announcement on Twitter.
Monica Alston's eyes darkened, and her grip on the phone grew increasingly tighter.
"Lydia Janis!"
With an angry shout, she threw the phone onto the bed and then walked over to the vanity.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
...
One by one, the skincare products on the vanity were knocked onto the floor, creating a loud clattering noise, and soon the floor was a mess.
"Lydia Janis! Lydia Janis!"
"Bitch, bitch, you've been blacklisted for so many years, why can't you just disappear quietly? Why must you reappear in the public eye?"
"A bitch like you should forever stay in a stinking trash bin!"
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