The production crew was so terrified they didn't dare take a deep breath. The photographer had his lens aimed directly at Sang Youming, his eyes widened, holding his breath while sneakily adjusting the camera hidden beneath his jacket.
The lens followed Sang Youming as he moved slowly. He staggered to Hu Zhi, looking murderous, as though about to commit a crime.
"Sang Youming, what do you want?!"
Hu Zhi wasn't fazed at all. Her arms crossed over her chest, the corner of her mouth tugged into a disdainful curve. She clearly didn't take him seriously.
The livestream viewers were on the verge of losing their minds.
[That drunk uncle seems extreme; can the aunt tone down her expression a bit so she doesn't provoke him further?]
[If she's got a death wish, fine, but can she please not drag down the poor program crew? What if he suddenly goes berserk and starts slashing indiscriminately?]
[Let's prepare to mourn for the aunt!]
Just as everyone was holding their breath in apprehension, Sang Youming's face drooped, and his demeanor suddenly softened.
"Zhizhi, didn't you promise me you wouldn't play with these kids anymore?"
"Just look at them—they don't look much older than Sang Chuan, and you're okay with flirting with them?"
Sang Youming tugged at Hu Zhi's sleeve like a child, his old face scrunched up in grievance, voice tinged with sobs. His shoulders heaved as he whimpered pathetically.
The sudden shift in behavior left everyone baffled. What on earth was going on?
[That man looks like a domestic abuser, but it turns out he's just a whiny guy who can't live without his wife?]
Sang Chuan shifted his gaze over and mercilessly stabbed his father in the heart: "Dad, before you say things like that, don't you think you should look at yourself first? With a face as pathetic as yours, it's no wonder Mom wants to find a young hunk."
[I'm dying; this kid's officially the most traitorous son in history!]
[If I were his dad, I'd beat him to death. Forget about keeping the family harmonious; he's outright encouraging his mom to find a boy toy. What kind of traitorous, back-stabbing brat is this?!]
"You…"
Sang Youming felt a surge of blood coming up, nearly choking him to death. As if he wasn't angry enough already, Sang Chuan had just walked right into the crossfire.
He clambered over the mahjong table and snatched Sang Chuan's headphones, smashing them to the ground in a fit of rage. "Goddamn it! How did I end up siring such a foul-mouthed punk like you?!"
"My headphones!"
Sang Chuan gasped in shock, looking at the wreckage incredulously before slowly tilting his teary, red-rimmed puppy eyes toward his father in silent accusation.
"You have to replace them; I worked for a whole month collecting trash to afford those headphones!"
"Then go collect trash for another month!"
Sang Youming, even angrier now, raised a foot and stomped on the headphones until they were thoroughly destroyed.
Sang Chuan swore he could hear the sound of his heart breaking. Furious, he flipped the mahjong table over: "Fine! If that's the case, then I won't let your wife play mahjong either!"
The table and tiles went flying. The crew scrambled to dodge the chaos, while Hu Zhi's mahjong buddies sensed trouble brewing and hastily made up an excuse before fleeing.
"You ungrateful brat, you're not playing your stupid video games either!"
Sang Youming, seemingly still unsatisfied, kicked over Sang Chuan's desk and chair, sending his computer crashing onto the floor.
"Ah! Fine, then you're not drinking your booze anymore either!"
Sang Chuan wailed in agony before snapping entirely. He stormed through the living room like a whirlwind, smashing every bottle of alcohol from the coffee table to the ground.
Sang Youming widened his eyes in horror, clutching his head in despair. He looked utterly shattered.
Sang Chuan wasn't just smashing alcohol; he was obliterating his very soul!
"You little brat! Stop this instant or are you planning to tear the whole house apart?!" Hu Zhi screamed at Sang Chuan, trying to intervene, but it was useless.
Sang Chuan usually listened to her—except for moments like these when he went completely feral. At this moment, not even an iron cage could contain him.
The livestream audience was utterly dumbfounded.
Such a handsome young man, but terrifying when he loses his temper.
After his rampage, the living room descended into an eerie silence. The members of the Sang family exchanged tense glares, their eyes still sparking with fury.
The program crew had already huddled quietly in a corner, glancing at one another with an unmistakable shared thought.
We've definitely come to the wrong place. Should we take advantage of the three maniacs' temporary lull and just run for it?
The four of them nodded in unison. They lifted their feet to sneak out, but a sudden ringtone stopped them in their tracks.
Hu Zhi answered the call and turned on the speakerphone.
"Hello? Sister Zhi? Listen, I originally had two old timers lined up for you, but they told me they're busy with their girlfriends and can't make it. You all enjoy yourselves; let's gather next time."
"That's all. I need to go spend time with my new boyfriend too. Bye now."
The dial tone followed. Hu Zhi's gaze slowly shifted toward the corner, her eyes less friendly this time, filled with doubt and scrutiny.
The production crew shuddered, forcing out awkward smiles, and tiptoed toward the door.
Just as the director reached for the door handle, Hu Zhi suddenly spoke up.
"Who are you? Stop right there!"
The director ignored her, yanking the door open and darting out, followed by the other three who bolted after him.
Turning right after exiting would take them out of the building, but the group froze mid-escape after making the turn.
A stunning beauty with cascading black curls walked straight toward them. Her breathtaking looks left the crew choking, overwhelmed by her ethereal radiance, their minds consumed by a sudden fear of god-like beauty.
Viewers were perplexed.
Is that Sang Ning? Not sure.
[Where'd this gorgeous woman come from? She looks a lot like Sang, you Bitch.]
[Hey buddy, maybe you want to work on phrasing. It's Sang, you Bitch who resembles this goddess, not the other way around!]
[I have a bold theory—is the stunner actually Sang, you Bitch?]
[Get a grip, genius. If you don't need your eyes, consider donating them. Sang, you Bitch always dresses like a gaudy peacock. This beauty's face is so understated and natural; how could she possibly be Sang, you Bitch?]
Sang Ning's hurried steps slowed as she encountered the crew blocking her path.
If she wasn't mistaken, these odd men seemed to have run from the direction of her house.
Were they part of the production crew? Not sure.
If they were, they should recognize her. Why were they staring at her with such unfamiliar and dazed expressions?
Plus… they didn't seem to have any cameras.
Whatever—the house needed checking first anyway.
Sang Ning stepped sideways to pass them, and as she brushed past, the crew members finally snapped out of their trance.
No time for gawking at beauties—survival first!
Without a second thought, they bolted back the way they came, running as fast as they could.
Upon turning left, Sang Ning spotted Hu Zhi standing by the door, looking like she was about to head out.
Seeing it was Sang Ning, Hu Zhi froze briefly, remembered the chaos inside, and promptly swung the door shut with her leg.
"Xiao Ning's home!" Hu Zhi called out with forced cheer.
Hu Zhi naturally possessed a piercing voice, but she raised her pitch even higher now.
Sang Ning had a sneaking suspicion her words weren't directed at her, but rather toward whoever was inside the house.
Upon hearing that Sang Ning was back, Sang Youming and Sang Chuan were dumbfounded. They exchanged looks, the color draining from their faces. Sang Ning absolutely couldn't see the mess inside; otherwise, they'd be the next ones to face destruction.
Momentarily setting aside their feud, Sang Youming and Sang Chuan made peace and frantically began tidying up the wreckage together.
"Mom, why did you shut the door when I got back?" Sang Ning asked, puzzled, then continued, "Did strangers show up at home earlier?"