Come closer, come closer.
Wow, how extravagant! Is this what the aristocratic life of high-caste Indians is like? Good thing you got married!
[The acidity upstairs is overflowing! They must be running out of stomach acid. They should tone it down and save some for their stomachs.]
During the girl's live stream.
After much hesitation, Sanjay decided to come back and try to persuade her again, and he spotted the girl at a glance.
He walked up to the girl.
Sanjay recognized the girl's disguise: "Kaf? It's you. Why did you drop out of school?"
Kaf's eyes remained completely unmoved.
She gave Sanjay Sharma a cold laugh.
Sanjay was somewhat bewildered.
Kaf was not only beautiful, but also had excellent grades, and was admitted to the same school as a group of high-caste students.
Sanjay was used to seeing girls of his own social class. When he met Kaf, he inevitably fell for her. However, on the very day he confessed his feelings, Kaf dropped out of school. He was still missing an answer.
Goodbye now.
Sanjay, adopting the demeanor of a wealthy young master, smiled smugly: "Since you hate me so much and are unwilling to accept me, then what are you doing at my house now?"
There's something going on.
I sensed a conspiracy at play.
[I'm guessing the person doing the livestream, Kaf, is from a low caste and is here to meet people from higher castes—the same old story.]
[Stop speculating. If it was for a chance encounter, why would she be livestreaming Old Ma? Kafka is clearly there for Old Ma.]
Is it possible that Karf and this boy were once a bickering couple, and then Karf took a liking to Old Ma and decided to sleep with him?
Stepmother literature? Forget it!
[What are you guessing? How did you find out?]
While netizens were speculating.
Kaf clenched her back molars.
She tried hard not to break down on the spot.
If it weren't for Sanjay, she wouldn't have been expelled from school by the Sharma family; if she hadn't lost her scholarship, her sister wouldn't have risked her life to livestream mountain climbing for money; and if her sister hadn't had that accident, their family wouldn't have been found and threatened by the Sharma again.
Take a few deep breaths.
Kaf didn't even glance at Sanjay: "Get lost."
Sanjay: "!?"
at this time.
Sharma was forced to drink bottle after bottle by his friend, and he started talking nonsense while drunk.
He kept babbling on and on.
"I've been followed by Yan Jiu. Do you know who Yan Jiu is? The funeral home director of Country Z!"
"Others may be afraid of her, but I'm not."
"Because I know how to avoid death!"
Shh—I'm only telling you this.
Sharma's friends had naturally heard of Yan Jiu, and when Sharma invited them, they were wondering why Sharma wasn't afraid.
Upon hearing that there was a solution...
Three or five close friends perked up their ears.
Sharma chuckled and shook his head: "As long as you eat and drink as usual, and don't appear on camera or be seen by Yan Jiu, it's fine."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Sharma waited patiently for his friends' praise.
Then I noticed that my friend's face was multicolored.
Sharma thought no one believed him, so he pointed to the lackey not far away and said, "Don't doubt me, this is the result of my discussion with the butler."
The college graduate, a lackey, nodded emphatically, looking very confident.
Sharma proudly declared, "I'll definitely be alright!"
Kaf approached with her phone in hand.
I happened to overhear this.
The live stream chat erupted in laughter.
[Ninth Master: Since you're so eloquent, why don't you become the director of the funeral home that doesn't send people off on their journeys?]
[Following Master Jiu, you get nine meals in three days.]
[Nine white mats, right?]
Sharma's friend pointed at Kaf with trembling hands: "What if... what if you were broadcast live?"
These words were spoken.
Sharma turned his head as he spoke: "Everyone's phones have been confiscated, unless they're unruly servants..."
In the instant he turned his head.
He naturally saw Kaf.
He was startled by the madness in Kaf's eyes.
Sharma gasped: "It's you."
Kafka is Neha's younger sister, and she witnessed firsthand how her family was threatened by Sharma.
They don't want 1 million.
It's not that they hate money, but they know all too well that in the lower classes, having money means you might lose your life.
If they could, they would only ask Yan Jiu to help them find Niha's body. They only wanted to collect Niha's body, not to offend Yan Jiu for that little bit of money.
Money did not bring them hope.
Instead, it led to his death.
Her once-familiar neighbors had the blood of Kaf's parents on their hands. Those guys took the money and wouldn't let her go. If she hadn't "willingly" submitted to them, she would never have had the chance to escape and take her life.
Kaf grinned. "Mr. Sharma."
Sharma retreated repeatedly: "What are you doing here? Wasn't 1 million enough for you? You spent it all in less than a day? Low-caste people are indeed insatiable!"
One sentence aroused doubt among the viewers in the live broadcast room.
【What 1 million?】
I have a bold idea: Old Ma is the mastermind behind all this!
[Hiss, another day when Master Jiu was right.]
What role does Nakaf play?
Kaf held her phone high, taking a full picture of Sharma's face: "I'm here to take your life."
Everyone present: "!!!"
Sharma screamed hysterically, "Madwoman! Madwoman! Someone, get her out of here!"
Sanjay walked up to Kaf and asked, "Kaf, what did my dad do to you? Did he pay you to leave me?"
Sharma trembled with rage: "Sanjay, I told you not to hang out with shady people! Look at you now, she's practically begging for my life! Don't you care about your own father?!"
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