"Shut up, bitch!"
Yang Yan was grabbed by the hair and dragged out of the suitcase.
A vicious slap silenced her whimpers.
She shut her mouth in fright.
Enduring the intense pain in her cheek and scalp, she looked around in terror.
This was a living room.
The surroundings and decor looked somewhat familiar. She had seen them in videos. This was that lunatic Top Supporter's home.
A young man sat on the sofa, his face just a little familiar.
But she did not recognize him.
Besides, having her hair gripped hurt so much that she could not concentrate on searching her memories.
Who is he?
He's here to save me, isn't he?
But why won't he even look at me? I'm hurting so much. Why isn't he stopping this lunatic?
"Zhao Qingping, right?"
"Who the hell are you? You know me?"
Zhao Qingping eyed the uninvited guest warily.
The stranger's intrusion into his home had tempered his frenzy somewhat.
Normally, aside from work, all his thoughts revolved around Yang Yan.
Where would he find time to watch fortune-telling livestreams?
While Xiao Yu looked vaguely familiar to Yang Yan, he was a complete stranger to Zhao Qingping, who had no recollection of him.
"You don't need to know who I am."
Xiao Yu reclined on the sofa, his expression languid.
He had not so much as glanced at Yang Yan.
He paused briefly, then continued, "This streamer who sold sex appeal scammed you out of over a million, then set you up, cost you your job, and even nearly landed you in prison. Am I right?"
Some of the viciousness faded from Zhao Qingping's eyes. He gave a bitter smile. "Yes. This bitch lied to me. She promised to be my girlfriend if I became her Top Supporter."
"If she