This was clearly a blunt-spoken auntie from Northeast China. Her tongue was incredibly sharp, and Xie Weiquan had no chance to stop her. He could only glare and shout, "Don't spread rumors and slander people!"
"If you keep talking nonsense, your son won't visit you for a whole year!"
The flesh on the auntie's face trembled as she sneered. "Don't use that to threaten me! When I was running around on the streets, you were probably still wearing crotchless pants somewhere!"
When Xie Chen saw this, he had intended to tell the cameraman to move closer. But in the next second, the auntie charged over herself. "This is a livestream, right?"
She turned toward the camera. "Folks, I'm the former chairwoman of XX Pickled Mustard Tuber. My son, Zhao Dahai, is the current director. He tricked me into coming to this nursing home and talked it up like it was paradise."
"Square dancing, mahjong tables, handsome old men—everything you could want!"
"But once I got here? There wasn't a damn thing! The caregivers were all nasty pieces of work, and they pulled out electric shocks at the drop of a hat!"
"I just want to ask, do they even have a business license for this crap?!"
"Are they treating illnesses, or handing out punishment in disguise?!"
The more the auntie spoke, the more worked up she became. She raised a hand and pointed at the camera. "Zhao Dahai, your mother is giving you one last chance! If you don't show up, you're dead meat!"
Not only were the livestream viewers stunned, even Zhao Dahai, who was secretly watching the show from a corner, shuddered.
Which idiot had come up with the terrible idea of filming a variety show at a nursing home?!
And that administrator had to be sick in