The person who spoke was none other than Lu Xiaoxiao.
As she spoke, she walked toward the center of the commotion, holding a phone with its screen lit up. The camera stayed trained on Zhao Chunfang as she threw her tantrum, clearly recording a video.
"Wh-what are you recording?" Zhao Chunfang's wailing stopped abruptly. The flesh on her face stiffened, and she instinctively edged aside. "Stay out of this, you little brat! I'm talking to my daughter. What the hell does it have to do with you?"
"Hey, ma'am, that's not quite right." Lu Xiaoxiao waved her phone, her smile innocent but her eyes shrewd. "This set is a public place, and the director is my friend. You're disrupting her filming by making a scene here, so how is it none of my business? Besides, you were demanding money and making threats just now. What a perfect little drama of a 'loving mother and dutiful daughter.' If I record it and let people online judge for themselves, I might even help you get trending~"
"Hmm... I've already thought of a hashtag: #FamousActressBlackmailedByHerOwnMother#. Do you think that's catchy enough?"
When Lu Xiaoxiao deliberately enunciated the word "blackmailed," Zhao Chunfang's face instantly turned a dark, purplish red.
She had been so caught up in throwing a tantrum and demanding money that she had forgotten there were cameras everywhere.
The brat in front of her looked young, but her words were barbed, every sentence striking where it hurt.
It wasn't as though she didn't know she was in the wrong. Neither her gambling nor her harassing her daughter would do her reputation any good if word got out. If that video really went online, how would she ever dare show her face again?!
"Y-you'd better not try anything!" Zhao Chunfang pointed at Lu