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But not long after the gossip account broke the story, an ordinary account went live. The man streaming claimed to be the brother of Zhao Jing'an's wife. He urged everyone not to trust Zhao Jing'an, saying his devotion was all an act. He also said his sister might have been killed by Zhao Jing'an and that he had already called the police.

With the earlier exposé drawing so much attention, the livestream's audience grew rapidly.

The brother's eyes were red. He held up a voice recorder. "My mom found this in the pocket of one of my sister's clothes a couple of days ago, when she was going through her belongings again."

The recorder had captured Zhao Jing'an's voice clearly. It was full of insults hurled at his wife, along with the sounds of blows and her pleas for mercy. It had even recorded some of the things Zhao Jing'an said while flirting with his mistress.

By then, the evidence was undeniable. Whether people wanted to believe it or not, the truth was right in front of them. The female host glared at Zhao Jing'an. Despite her good upbringing, she couldn't help cursing. "Scumbag."

The director called out to the crew, "Stop filming! We're wasting our time and energy. Pack it up, everyone. Go home!"

Everyone stopped working. Some cursed as they packed their things. "What a piece of trash! It was all an act. I was so excited when I heard he was coming on our show. I never thought his image would fall apart this fast!"

"Damn it. A whole day's work down the drain."

"He got exposed before we even started filming. What rotten luck!"

"Tell me about it. We spent ages preparing for this shoot. Just our luck!"

"Wait, don't go! It's all a misunderstanding!" Zhao