After I died, they cried in the live studio

"However, the long article published by Sang Jiuyue today is simply nonsense. Her so-called chat records were all maliciously edited (attached with screenshots of the complete chat records to restore the true context of the conversation). Please take a closer look. The parts she cut out are completely divorced from the original meaning. She did it deliberately to discredit me. And those photos (detailedly pointing out the splicing marks of the photos and explaining the deliberate shooting angle) cannot prove what she said at all."

"Since the game ended, I have been hoping to resolve the conflict with Sang Jiuyue and repair our relationship. I took the initiative to ask her out to have a good talk, but she had a bad attitude during the interview and refused to listen to my explanation. She even spoke harshly to me."

"Now, I put all these evidence and facts in front of everyone, and hope that everyone can look at this matter rationally and not be misled by Sang Jiuyue's false information. I always believe that the truth will not be buried, and justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Please don't be blinded by her lies again, let us wait together for the day when the truth comes out." After clicking to publish, Sang Shuwan raised his head, looked into the distance, and silently prayed in his heart that this storm would subside soon.

Sang Shuwan sat in front of the window filled with sunlight, looking solemnly at the long article written by Sang Jiuyue on the computer screen. Her hand tightly grasped the mouse, and her knuckles turned white from the force. After taking a deep breath, she began to type her response on the keyboard.

"Dear netizens, I have always believed that those who are innocent will be cleared, so I have tried my best to remain restrained in the face of various disturbances. But today, Sang Jiuyue's remarks have completely distorted the facts, and I have to stand up and tell everyone the truth."

"To me, that Werewolf game was just a game full of challenges and fun. In the game, I made judgments based on everyone's words and actions, which is the normal way to play the game. I don't have any personal grudges against Sang Jiuyue, and I didn't deliberately target her. Every vote and speech was based on game strategy, just like other players."

"As for what happened by the lake, when we found the boat leaking, I did have some doubts because of Sang Jiuyue's emotions in the previous game and her unfriendly attitude at the time, but I never concluded that she did it without evidence. I just hope to find the truth and ensure everyone's safety."

"However, the long article published by Sang Jiuyue today is simply nonsense. Her so-called chat records were all maliciously edited (attached with screenshots of the complete chat records to restore the true context of the conversation). Please take a closer look. The parts she cut out are completely divorced from the original meaning. She did it deliberately to discredit me. And those photos (detailedly pointing out the splicing marks of the photos and explaining the deliberate shooting angle) cannot prove what she said at all."

"Ever since the game ended, I've been hoping to resolve the conflict with Sang Jiuyue and repair our relationship. I took the initiative to ask her out to have a good talk, but she was rude during the interview. She wouldn't listen to my explanations at all and even hurled insults at me. I think there might have been some unpleasantness in our past interactions that I hadn't noticed, which led to this outcome today."

"Perhaps it was the competitive nature of our workplace that created some invisible pressure between us. Sometimes, disagreements at work were misunderstood as personal conflicts. Or perhaps, in certain social situations, some careless words stung her heart, and I was completely unaware. I admit that when it comes to interpersonal communication, I may not have been subtle enough to detect her emotional changes in time, nor did I handle our relationship well."

"But I always think that these are not enough reasons for her to maliciously slander me. We are all people who work hard in this industry. We should understand and support each other instead of slandering and hurting each other."

"Now, I put all these evidence and facts in front of everyone, and hope that everyone can look at this matter rationally and not be misled by Sang Jiuyue's false information. I always believe that the truth will not be buried, and justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Please don't be blinded by her lies again, let us wait together for the day when the truth comes out." After clicking to publish, Sang Shuwan raised his head, looked into the distance, and silently prayed in his heart that this storm would subside soon.

After the unpleasant meeting at the cafe, Sang Jiuyue was filled with anger like a surging tide, completely drowning her. Along the way, she was gritting her teeth and cursing in a low voice, her hands clenched tightly into fists, her nails almost digging into her palms.

When she got home, she kicked the bedroom door open with all her strength, and the poor door hit the wall heavily, making a dull "bang". Her shoes were thrown into the corner without any scruples, one flew under the bed, and the other fell sideways next to the wardrobe.

She rushed to the desk, her eyes burning with rage, as if she wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes. She grabbed the computer on the desk, her hands shaking violently with anger. "Sang Shuwan, what gives you the right? Why do you always put me down?" She screamed hysterically and smashed the computer to the ground with all her strength.

With a loud bang, the computer instantly broke into pieces, the screen shattered into countless pieces, and the parts scattered all over the floor, just like her shattered mood at the moment. But this did not reduce Sang Jiuyue's anger at all. She was still panting, her chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed to be spewing flames. Her eyes were red, her hair was messy and scattered on her face, and she looked like a mad beast.

"I won't accept it, I won't accept being defeated by you like this!" Sang Jiuyue muttered to herself, waving her arms wildly, sweeping everything on the desk to the ground. Photo frames, pen holders, documents... all the items fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The photo frame with her award-winning photo had broken glass all over the floor, and the photo was also scratched; the exquisite pen holder rolled to the corner of the wall, and the pens inside were scattered everywhere; the documents were like snowflakes, floating in every corner of the room.

Recalling her argument with Sang Shuwan in the cafe, Sang Jiuyue felt like a powder keg, every cell burning and exploding. "You say I brought this upon myself? I want to see who loses miserably in the end!" Her voice, hoarse with anger, echoed in the empty room, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

She began to pace back and forth in the room, her steps were quick and heavy, the floor creaked, as if it was also bearing her anger. Sang Shuwan's face kept appearing in her mind, and that seemingly innocent expression was extremely dazzling in her eyes. Suddenly, she saw a painting hanging on the wall, which was a work of art that she once liked very much. But at this moment, she only saw madness. She rushed over, pulled the painting down, and tore it into pieces with force, and kept muttering: "It's all because of you, it's all because of you..."

After venting for a long time, Sang Jiuyue finally collapsed on the ground exhausted, with the surroundings in a mess. She stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, tears silently sliding down from the corners of her eyes, wetting her hair and cheeks.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly sat up, her eyes gradually becoming cold and resolute. A strange sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she murmured: "Sang Shuwan, do you think this is the end? This is just the beginning." From this moment on, the kindness and rationality in Sang Jiuyue's heart were completely swallowed up by hatred, and an evil plan quietly grew in her heart.

She began to frequently contact some people who wandered around the edge of the entertainment industry and acted unscrupulously. Among these people were the leaders of the Internet troll army who were good at creating public opinion storms, the paparazzi who had all kinds of private gossip, and the hackers who were proficient in network technology and could easily tamper with data.

"I want you to help me bring down Sang Shuwan. Money is not a problem." Sang Jiuyue sat in the dim bar room, looking at the people in front of him with sinister eyes.

The navy leader rubbed his hands and said flatteringly, "Don't worry, Miss Sang. We have a hundred ways to ruin her reputation. Just give us your orders."

The paparazzi showed his yellow teeth and chuckled: "I just happened to have some dirt on her, and I'm waiting for the right time to expose it."

The hacker, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, said coldly: "I can paralyze her social media accounts instantly and spread some news that is unfavorable to her."

Sang Jiuyue nodded with satisfaction and took out a thick stack of cash from her bag. "This is the deposit. If the job is done, there will be a generous reward."

In the days that followed, Sang Jiuyue and these people meticulously planned every move. She collected every scrap of Sang Shuwan's past, twisting even the most insignificant incidents into weapons of attack. She had her online army spread rumors, claiming Sang Shuwan acted like a big shot on the set and bullied the crew. She also had paparazzi fabricate unfounded gossip, portraying Sang Shuwan as a person of corrupt morals.

Seeing more and more accusations and insults against Sang Shuwan on the Internet, Sang Jiuyue felt a morbid pleasure in her heart. She sat in a dark room, watching the negative news scrolling on the computer screen, with a twisted smile on her face. "Sang Shuwan, aren't you very proud? Now let's see how you can turn things around." She whispered to herself, with endless madness and viciousness in her eyes.

And all this is just the beginning of Sang Jiuyue's revenge plan after she turned evil. She has been completely lost in the abyss of hatred. In order to defeat Sang Shuwan, she will stop at nothing, even if the road ahead is a hell of no return.

Poisonous Buds of Dark Night

After the unpleasant meeting at the cafe, Sang Jiuyue was filled with anger like a surging tide, completely drowning her. Along the way, she was gritting her teeth and cursing in a low voice, her hands clenched tightly into fists, her nails almost digging into her palms.

When she got home, she kicked the bedroom door open with all her strength, and the poor door hit the wall heavily, making a dull "bang". Her shoes were thrown into the corner without any scruples, one flew under the bed, and the other fell sideways next to the wardrobe.

She rushed to the desk, her eyes burning with rage, as if she wanted to burn everything in front of her to ashes. She grabbed the computer on the desk, her hands shaking violently with anger. "Sang Shuwan, what gives you the right? Why do you always put me down?" She screamed hysterically and smashed the computer to the ground with all her strength.

With a loud bang, the computer instantly broke into pieces, the screen shattered into countless pieces, and the parts scattered all over the floor, just like her shattered mood at the moment. But this did not reduce Sang Jiuyue's anger at all. She was still panting, her chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed to be spewing flames. Her eyes were red, her hair was messy and scattered on her face, and she looked like a mad beast.

"I won't accept it, I won't accept being defeated by you like this!" Sang Jiuyue muttered to herself, waving her arms wildly, sweeping everything on the desk to the ground. Photo frames, pen holders, documents... all the items fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The photo frame with her award-winning photo had broken glass all over the floor, and the photo was also scratched; the exquisite pen holder rolled to the corner of the wall, and the pens inside were scattered everywhere; the documents were like snowflakes, floating in every corner of the room.

Recalling her argument with Sang Shuwan in the cafe, Sang Jiuyue felt like a powder keg, every cell burning and exploding. "You say I brought this upon myself? I want to see who loses miserably in the end!" Her voice, hoarse with anger, echoed in the empty room, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

She began to pace back and forth in the room, her steps were quick and heavy, the floor creaked, as if it was also bearing her anger. Sang Shuwan's face kept appearing in her mind, and that seemingly innocent expression was extremely dazzling in her eyes. Suddenly, she saw a painting hanging on the wall, which was a work of art that she once liked very much. But at this moment, she only saw madness. She rushed over, pulled the painting down, and tore it into pieces with force, and kept muttering: "It's all because of you, it's all because of you..."

After venting for a long time, Sang Jiuyue finally collapsed on the ground exhausted, with the surroundings in a mess. She stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, tears silently sliding down from the corners of her eyes, wetting her hair and cheeks.

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly sat up, her eyes gradually becoming cold and resolute. A strange sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she murmured: "Sang Shuwan, do you think this is the end? This is just the beginning." From this moment on, the kindness and rationality in Sang Jiuyue's heart were completely swallowed up by hatred, and an evil plan quietly grew in her heart.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then the bedroom door was pushed open. Sang Jiuyue's mother appeared at the door with a panicked look on her face. Seeing the tragic scene in the room, her eyes instantly widened and she covered her mouth with her hands unconsciously.

"Jiyue, what's wrong with you? What happened?" The mother's voice was obviously trembling, and her eyes were full of worry and heartache. She carefully stepped over the debris on the ground, walked to Sang Jiyue, and wanted to help her up.

Sang Jiuyue seemed to have been electrocuted. She shook off her mother's hand, stood up, turned her back to her mother, and said coldly, "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

The mother walked around to her and looked at her red and swollen eyes and tear-stained face, and her heart ached. "Child, don't lie to me. Something terrible must have happened to you. Tell me, what happened?"

Sang Jiuyue turned her head away, not wanting her mother to see her current state of distress. "I said I'm fine, get out!" There was a hint of impatience in her voice.

But the mother had no intention of leaving. She looked around at the mess and had a vague guess in her mind. "Is it because of work? Or is it related to Sang Shuwan?"

Hearing the words "Sang Shuwan", Sang Jiuyue's body trembled violently, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. "Don't mention her!" Her voice became sharp.

The mother sighed and said earnestly, "Jiyue, I know it's not easy for you in this circle, and I also know that there are conflicts between you and Sang Shuwan. But no matter what, you can't humiliate yourself like this. If there is anything, we can discuss it properly, and don't do anything that will make you regret it."

Sang Jiuyue, however, refused to listen to her mother's words. Only hatred burned in her heart. "Discuss? There's nothing to discuss with her. She's been bullying me all the time, and I won't let it go."

The mother looked at her daughter with helplessness and worry. "Child, you will only make yourself more miserable. Hatred will only blind your eyes and make you make the wrong decision."

Sang Jiuyue sneered, "Wrong decision? I want her to pay the price for what she did. This is the right decision."

The mother wanted to say something more, but Sang Jiuyue no longer wanted to hear it. "Go away, I want to be alone." She turned her back again, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The mother shook her head helplessly, turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door. She knew that her daughter was now blinded by hatred and would not listen to anyone. She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that her daughter would wake up soon and not go further and further down this dangerous path. In the room, after her mother left, the madness in Sang Jiuyue's eyes became more intense. She had completely fallen into the abyss of darkness and began to carefully plan her next revenge on Sang Shuwan.

Sang Jiyue's mother was quietly watching TV in the living room when suddenly, a loud noise came from her daughter's room, like something being smashed to the ground. Her heart suddenly sank, and the smile on her face instantly disappeared, her eyes filled with worry. "What happened to Jiyue?" she whispered to herself, then quickly stood up and walked quickly towards her daughter's room.

The mother was extremely anxious, her footsteps were hurried, and her slippers made a "clacking" sound on the floor. Before she even reached the door, there was another crackling sound of something falling, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she hurriedly pushed open the door.

The scene before her stunned her. The once tidy room was in a mess, with the remains of the computer scattered all over the floor, and the screen shattered into countless small pieces, like sharp pieces of ice. The items on the desk were swept away, the glass shards of the photo frames gleamed coldly under the light, and the photos were scratched with cracks, as if telling the story of this madness. Documents and papers were scattered everywhere like snowflakes, covering the floor.

Sang Jiuyue's hair was disheveled and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just experienced a painful struggle. Her chest was heaving violently, she was breathing heavily, and there were still traces of tears on her face, anger and sadness intertwined on her face.

"Jiyue, what's wrong with you? What happened?" The mother's voice was trembling, filled with endless heartache. She carefully stepped over the debris on the ground, walked quickly to Sang Jiyue, and reached out to hug her daughter and give her some comfort.

Sang Jiuyue, however, felt as if she had been stabbed. She suddenly shook off her mother's hand and took a step back, her eyes full of resistance. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Her voice was hoarse and carried a hint of impatience.

The mother was hurt by her daughter's behavior, but she was not angry, just more worried. She walked around to Sang Jiuyue, looked at her daughter's haggard face, and her eyes couldn't help but redden. "Child, don't lie to your mother, you must have encountered something terrible. Tell me, what happened?" Her tone was gentle and sincere, trying to arouse her daughter's desire to talk.

Sang Jiuyue turned her head away, not wanting her mother to see her vulnerable side. "I said I'm fine, get out!" She raised her voice, her voice clearly filled with irritation.

The mother didn't leave. She looked around at the devastating scene, a vague suspicion forming in her mind. "Is it something about work? Or is it related to Sang Shuwan?" she asked tentatively, a hint of trepidation in her voice.

Hearing the words "Sang Shuwan", Sang Jiuyue's body froze instantly, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes. "Don't mention her!" Her voice was sharp and harsh, as if these three words were a taboo for her.

The mother sighed and said earnestly: "Jiyue, Mom knows that it is not easy for you in this circle, and I also know that there are conflicts between you and Sang Shuwan. But no matter what, you can't humiliate yourself like this. If there is anything, we can discuss it carefully, and don't do things that will make you regret." She tried to calm her daughter down with gentle words. But Sang Jiyue didn't listen at all. The hatred in her heart was like a blazing flame, burning more and more. "Discuss? There is nothing to discuss with her. She has been bullying me all the time, and I won't let it go." Her eyes were full of anger and determination, as if she had made up her mind to do something.

The mother looked at her daughter, feeling helpless and worried. "My child, you're only causing yourself more pain. Hatred will only blind you and lead you to make the wrong decision," she said earnestly, hoping her daughter would listen.

Sang Jiuyue sneered, with a twisted smile on her face. "Wrong decision? I want her to pay the price for what she did, this is the right decision." Her voice was cold, as if she had become another person.

Her mother wanted to say something else, but Sang Jiuyue didn't want to listen anymore. "Go away, I want to be alone." She turned her back again, without a trace of room for negotiation in her tone.

The mother shook her head helplessly, her eyes full of disappointment and worry. She turned around gently, walked out of the room, and gently closed the door. She knew that her daughter was now blinded by hatred and could not listen to anyone. She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that her daughter would wake up soon and not go further and further down this dangerous path.

In the dim room, the lights flickered and there was an old smell. Sang Jiuyue's mother was wearing a black slim dress, with a straight and fierce figure. Her high heels made crisp sounds on the ground, and each step was steady and powerful. She walked into this secret base on the edge of the city, quickly glanced at the ruffian-like subordinates around her, and walked straight into the depths of the room.

The gangster was sitting on a large leather sofa, with a cigar in his mouth. His stern face was vaguely visible in the smoke. When he saw Sang Jiuyue's mother coming in, he raised his eyelids slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he did not stand up to greet her.

"Mrs. Sang, what a rare guest." The black boss's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of nonchalance.

Sang Jiuyue's mother didn't care about his attitude. She sat down on the chair opposite with a calm look, looked directly at the black boss, and said directly: "How is the cooperation between the Sang family and you going recently?"

The gangster flicked the ash from his cigarette, a sly look flashing across his face. "It's going pretty well, but there are always variables in business. If more money is injected, we can naturally expand more business and make more profit. Mrs. Sang suddenly asked this, what's your idea?"

Sang Jiuyue's mother raised her lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "I naturally hope that our cooperation can be taken to a higher level. As long as you can help me get one thing done, funding is not a problem."

Hearing this, the black boss' eyes flashed with a gleam. He sat up straight and looked at Sang Jiuyue's mother with interest: "Oh? Madam Sang, if you have anything to say, just ask. As long as it is within my ability, I will definitely serve you."

Sang Jiuyue's mother narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes: "I want you to deal with someone and make her disappear completely from this circle and be ruined."

The black boss raised his eyebrows: "This is no small matter, I wonder who Mrs. Sang is talking about?"

"Sang Shuwan." Sang Jiuyue's mother spoke word by word, her tone full of disgust and determination.

When the black boss heard the name, he was slightly stunned, then he laughed: "So it's her, she's been quite popular on the Internet recently. But why did Madam Sang want to deal with her? I need to know the whole story."

Sang Jiuyue's mother snorted coldly, "She has repeatedly targeted my daughter, causing her to suffer injustice in the entertainment industry. She also wants to trample our Sang family under her feet. I will never let her go."

The gangster thought for a moment and said slowly: "It's not difficult to deal with her, but this matter needs to be planned carefully. Madam Sang, how much do you plan to pay?"

Sang Jiuyue's mother's eyes flashed with disdain: "As long as you can get things done, money is not a problem. I have plenty of ways to make you rich."

The black boss laughed and held out his hand: "In that case, let's cooperate happily. Madam Sang will wait and see the results."

Sang Jiuyue's mother looked at the hand that the gangster extended to her, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand and shook it with him. In this dim room, the two reached a deal, and a conspiracy against Sang Shuwan officially began.

After sending Sang Jiuyue's mother away, the gangster leaned back on the sofa with a sinister sneer on his face. He gently turned the cigar in his hand and quickly thought of a plan to deal with Sang Shuwan.

The next day, the gangster boss called together his most capable men. These men had been in the underworld for many years, and were ruthless and unscrupulous. They sat around a shabby conference table, their eyes focused on the gangster boss.

"Boss, is there some big job that you want us to do this time?" a man with a scar on his face asked anxiously.

The gangster boss blew out a thick smoke ring and said coldly: "This time we are going to deal with a little star named Sang Shuwan in the entertainment industry. Someone is offering a high price to ruin her reputation and make her disappear completely from this circle."

Everyone was excited when they heard this. For them, this kind of thing was already a piece of cake.

"Boss, whatever you say, we'll all listen to you." Another burly man patted his chest and promised.

The gangster boss pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Start with her reputation. Find a few people who are good at writing negative articles and make up some scandals about her, such as having an improper relationship with some wealthy businessmen, or being a big shot on the set and bullying the staff. Then mobilize our online army to spread these rumors crazily on major online platforms and stir up these rumors."

"What if she comes out to clarify?" someone asked.

The gang leader sneered, "Then we can release some more so-called 'hard evidence,' like fabricating chat logs and photos. Most netizens these days are just there for the fun. As long as we guide public opinion well, they'll believe it."

Then, the gang leader looked at a man wearing glasses and looked gentle, and said, "Awen, you are responsible for hacking into her social media account, deleting the content that is favorable to her, and then posting some comments that are unfavorable to her. You must leave her with no way to defend herself."

Ah Wen pushed his glasses and nodded: "Don't worry, Boss, I'll take care of it."

"Also, send people to cause trouble at her workplace. Find a few thugs to cause trouble on the set when she is filming, and say that she owes money and doesn't pay it back, so that she can't work normally." The gangster boss continued to make arrangements.

"What if the police come?" someone asked worriedly.

"What are you afraid of? These little thugs are veterans. They know what to do. Even if they are caught, they will only be detained for a few days." The gangster boss said nonchalantly.

Finally, the gangster emphasized, "Remember, this mission must be completed cleanly and neatly. If anything goes wrong, you will all be in trouble."

Everyone nodded, their eyes flashing with ferocity. Under the meticulous planning of the gangster, a large net was quietly spread out for Sang Shuwan, but Sang Shuwan was still unaware of it, still working hard for her career, completely unaware of the danger approaching her step by step.

Sang Shuwan came to the set as usual, full of energy to prepare for the new film. She was full of expectations for today's work, but as soon as she stepped into the set, a strange atmosphere made her heart "skip". The staff around her avoided her eyes, and the whispers stopped abruptly when she approached, which made her feel very strange.

She subconsciously walked towards her dressing room. Along the way, her colleagues hurriedly avoided her gaze, as if she was carrying something terrible. Sang Shuwan was full of doubts. As soon as she opened the door of the dressing room, she saw that her dressing table was in a mess, with cosmetics thrown everywhere and obscene words written on the mirror with lipstick.

"What's going on?" Sang Shuwan couldn't help but exclaim. At this moment, her assistant Xiao Min rushed in, looking panicked.

"Sister Shuwan, this is terrible! A lot of negative information about you suddenly appeared on the Internet, saying that you...that you had an improper deal with the producer and accepted bribes to get this role. Now everyone is spreading it, and the crew is in a panic." Xiao Min said as she handed the phone to Sang Shuwan.

Sang Shuwan took the phone and looked at the overwhelming malicious comments, and her head was buzzing. In the photo, the scene of her and the producer discussing the script in the conference room was maliciously edited and accompanied by extremely misleading text, which made people imagine.

"This is all fake!" Sang Shuwan said angrily, "I want to issue a statement to clarify."

However, when she opened her social media account, she found that she could not log in at all. Her account had been stolen and some frivolous remarks were posted, admitting mistakes. Her fans anxiously defended her in the comment section, but were drowned by a tide of bad comments.

Sang Shuwan was extremely worried, and she immediately went to find the director, hoping to get support. But the director's office door was closed, and she waited outside for a long time before she saw the director come out with a tired face.

"Director, you have also seen the news on the Internet. They are all fake. I really did not do those things." Sang Shuwan hurriedly explained.

The director sighed and said helplessly, "Shu Wan, I believe in you too, but the pressure from public opinion is too great now. The investors have called and asked us to suspend your role until the matter is clear. This is only temporary, don't worry too much, just stay out of the spotlight for now."

Sang Shuwan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe. She looked at the director in disbelief, "Pausing my scene? Doesn't that just imply that I'm guilty?"

The director avoided her gaze and said, "There's nothing I can do. The crew can't be in crisis because of this incident. You should take a rest for a while, and when things have calmed down, we will rearrange the shooting plan. Don't worry, as long as you are innocent, I will definitely continue to use you." After that, the director hurried away, leaving Sang Shuwan standing there blankly.

Just when Sang Shuwan was filled with despair, the door to the studio was suddenly slammed open. A tall, fleshy man walked in with a few of his men. The man's hair was dyed a dazzling yellow, and he had a thick gold chain around his neck. He deliberately made a "clang clang" sound when he walked.

"Who is Sang Shuwan? Get out here!" the man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing throughout the set.

Sang Shuwan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously stood up: "I am, what do you want to do?"

The man looked her up and down, then gave her a wicked smile. "Oh, it's you. You've really ruined my brother. He spent a lot of money and effort to support you, and what's the result? You just want to walk away without any hesitation. No way!"

Sang Shuwan was confused: "What are you talking about? I don't know you at all, and I have never done the things you said."

The man ignored her and continued yelling, "Stop pretending! If you don't pay back the money you owe my brother today, you can forget about filming this movie. Brothers, turn this place upside down!" As he said that, his younger brothers started to make trouble on the set, pushing the staff and deliberately knocking over some props.

The set was in chaos, the director and other staff members came over to stop them, but were pushed aside by them. Sang Shuwan was extremely anxious, she tried to reason with them, but they refused to listen and only became more violent.

"If you do this again, I will call the police!" Sang Shuwan shouted.

The man smiled disdainfully: "Call the police? Go ahead! When the police come, I will expose all your scandals and ruin your reputation completely!"

In the chaos, Sang Shuwan felt unprecedented helplessness. She didn't know why these people came to trouble her, nor did she know how to deal with it. The malicious public opinion continued to ferment on the Internet, and the difficulties in reality made her fall into deeper despair. She didn't know when this nightmare would end.

Sang Shuwan was in the chaos, watching these people wantonly destroying the studio, and she was furious and anxious, so she took out her phone without hesitation to call the police. However, the man who led the group seemed to have noticed her intention, and rushed forward, stretched out his big hand like a palm leaf fan, and grabbed Sang Shuwan's phone.

"Want to call the police? Not that easy!" the man roared fiercely. With a flick of his wrist, Sang Shuwan's phone flew out and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang". Cracks instantly appeared on the phone screen, like a broken spider web, and the phone case fell off the phone, and the parts were scattered.

At this point, the crew on the set were all panicked and running around. Some hid in corners, while others tried to find a safe exit. The entire set was in chaos. (End of this chapter)