That old man Wang Guofu cried like a child.
He stopped trying to defend himself. It was obvious: he simply resented the rich because his own life was miserable, so he wanted to vent online.
When I asked him how he had learned that Jiang Xiaoyu and the others had been murdered, he said he had divined it using Plum Blossom Numerology.
That shocked me beyond belief.
"You swore an oath before the Thunder Ancestor. Are you really not afraid that curse will come true?" I asked him.
Exhausted from crying, he said, "I've been poor all my life. I finally found a way to make money, only for you people to knock me right back to square one. Look at the state I'm in now. What does it matter when I die or how long I live?"
"I've already committed all those sins. Whatever happens to me in my next life will happen anyway. I'll leave it up to heaven."
His words left us speechless.
He was like a dead pig that no longer feared boiling water. He had already given up on himself.
Song Xiaotian snatched his phone out of my hand and smashed it to pieces on the floor.
"You like spreading rumors online and playing keyboard warrior? Let's see you do it now!"
"An Ning, go get his computer and smash that too. Break his keyboard in half. Let's see him keep typing!"
An Ning did as she was told and went straight into the other rooms to look for Wang Guofu's computer.
Wang Guofu started crying again and begged us for mercy. "Don't smash my things. I don't have much left. I promise I'll never talk nonsense online again. Please."
With her fiery temper, An Ning was hardly going to pity him. She carried out