After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 132
The man who came in, after being called "Fu Changgui", shouted at a woman in sackcloth and mourning with a bad face.

"Stop being so obscene. You, a woman, have no right to come here to wear mourning. I am the boss, and I have the final say on what happens after dad's death."

The kneeling woman stood up suddenly by the rich man.

"You fart! You didn't go to see Dad when you were alive, but now Dad is gone without you, what right do you have! My dad was sent away by me, I don't have the right, who has the right! Cry for me, cry hard!"

The person who spends money said he was crying, and the person in charge of the contact was about to cry when he opened his mouth. Feng Yin adhered to a professional attitude, and tears came when he said it.

"It's Mine---"

The man leading the mourning was kicked to the ground with shoe marks on his face.

"Fu Changgui, what are you doing! You are still not alone, this is Dad's funeral!"

"Get out! Don't do this with me, take out Dad's inheritance, otherwise no one will have a better life today."

"Okay, I know your dog can't change its habit of eating shit—"

"piss off!"

The rich man kicked the woman without hesitation, and the woman staggered back and sat on the ground.

The woman sitting on the ground began to cry at the top of her lungs. She was much better at mourning than the rest of them.

"Let's all take a look. How can a son make trouble for his own father's funeral——"

Fu Changgui ignored the crying woman and made a scene in the mourning hall alone, smashing everything he could.

Feng Yin had long been hiding aside, standing at the door and watching the excitement with Li Sanyi and the others.

【How is this going?Isn't it Feng Yin's live broadcast? 】

[Didn't you go to cry for the funeral? She cried so successfully, but she still cried madly for others. 】

[Crying is still so powerful? 】

"Stop him—stop him—"

The woman screamed, but the people on her side couldn't stop Fu Changgui at all. Seeing the urn in Fu Changgui's hands, the woman let out a long cry.

"Stop him, I'll give you money!"

give money?

Those two words instantly woke Feng Yin up, and he saw that the body she was leaning on straightened up and stood up.

"Money tells me that it's time to pretend."

Feng Yin walked unexpectedly in the center of the mourning hall and said to Fu Changgui, who was holding the urn above, "Brother Changgui, please put your father down first."

"Go away! Who the hell are you, I tell you, give me what the old man left, or I will scatter the ashes, throw them away, and feed them to the dogs!"

"Wang-"

Allah at the door took a few steps back in disgust, but it didn't want it.

"Don't get excited, if you accidentally break it, you don't have any bargaining chips."

"There is something to discuss, bad mood, you know?"

Every time Feng Yin said a sentence, he took a small step forward.

The emotional Fu Changgui held the urn and looked at the crying woman beside him with crazy eyes.

"Don't cry so much, you cry anything but cry, you are the one who cried the old man away!"

"Stop being so pretentious. The old man's things should have been mine. You are not of his blood, so why should you inherit his things!"

Fu Changgui's words shocked Feng Yin for a moment, and there was an inside story.

So should she snatch the ashes? I always feel that the following story is a bit exciting. Wonderful stories have traffic, hot searches, can pay back money, and can be exchanged for life points.

Feng Yin made a decision instantly.

"Brother, why don't you tell me, let us all listen, and we'll end the lawsuit for you. I happen to be an anchor, and I have a bit of a black fan base."

(End of this chapter)