Curly walked in, came to the bedside, and saw the true face of the mistress.
The mistress wasn't even as pretty as Tessa, Curly was puzzled and asked, "She's not as pretty as Tessa? Why would the scumbag cheat?"
Leanne said, "Seeking excitement, probably. Men, as long as it's not their own woman, they'd sleep with a pig. This woman, she actually has quite the influence at home, those two sleazebags hit it off and got together."
"Auntie Leanne, strip her clothes off."
Leanne looked at Curly with horror, and without any power, relied on the weak flashlight, Leanne looked at Curly, the more she saw, the more terrifying it was.
Oh my gosh, she couldn't write horror novels, she'd scare herself to death instead of the readers; high-intelligence detective novels, she couldn't write either, how would she live afterward?
"You're not thinking of having me assault her, are you? I don't have the guts, even if I wanted to."
