"Too much? Hahaha, I still have even more outrageous things to say." Annie Lawrence looked at Joanna Lawrence viciously, her eyes completely covered in hatred: "Every day, I hope she dies sooner, and when she does, I will definitely set off firecrackers to celebrate it properly. Unfortunately, that bitch just won't die. God is really unfair, giving all the good things to that bitch."
"Even though she and I came from the same ordinary background, why did she suddenly become the daughter of the White family? I'm not from the Lawrence family either, so why is my biological father such a horrible person?"
"God is really biased, giving her all the good things. And what about me? I clearly won, I was seen as the winner in life, but now I have nothing. Why would God treat me like this? Why?"
"I hate her so much, I really do. Joanna Lawrence, I really hate you. If it weren't for you, my life would have been smooth and glorious. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be lying here now."
