"She's a fraud!" Zhao Minmin shouted at the TV.
She's been having a rough time lately, with everyone trying to "hunt her down." The paparazzi were eager to shove microphones in her face, and those sponsors scattered like she'd turned into a pile of stinking dog poop, hiding as far away as possible.
Now, all she can do is curse at home, afraid of being caught by the paparazzi or by someone's "wife."
"I didn't do it, I didn't do anything, did you hear that?"
"You son of a/bitch, now that I'm unlucky, you all come to kick me while I'm down. Where were you when I was popular?"
"These damn men, so eager when they sleep with me, now they run like they've seen a ghost as soon as something happens."
"Zhao Chenggang, you bastard! If you had handled things properly, would I be like this now?"
"Don't you dare show up in front of me, or I'll kill you!"
...
The doorbell rang for quite a while before the angry Zhao Minmin inside the house finally reacted.
