Her face was swollen, as puffy as perfectly proofed dough.
"I'm calling the police, I'm calling the police…"
She cowered in the corner from Su Nian's beating, muttering to herself nonstop.
[The streamer is way too brutal!]
[That woman got what she deserved!]
[No matter what happened, you shouldn't hit people!]
[All I can say is, good hit!]
Some people were very displeased with Su Nian, thinking she was violent, but another portion of viewers sent a flood of expensive gifts.
Su Nian was oblivious to all this. She picked up a stack of cash.
One stack was ten thousand. She started throwing them down, ten thousand at a time.
Her expression was perfectly calm, but beneath that calmness was a hint of extreme restraint.
It was like a raging undercurrent beneath a layer of ice—seemingly peaceful, yet turbulent.
"Aren't you going to thank your God of Wealth?"
