Chapter 909: Mr. Foley Becomes a Tacky Old Scumbag

The slipper in her hand relentlessly came down, "I should just beat you to death today, you disgraceful piece of trash!" "Help! Somebody, please... help me!" Now there were two domestic violence scenes, and both were quite thrilling. Cheyenne was momentarily unsure of which one to watch. Of course, this minor dilemma couldn't stymie her cleverness, as she immediately pulled out her phone. "If you encounter something, don't panic, open Instagram... and record it." Sean hesitated to speak for a long time, afraid that his voice might accidentally disturb her. After she finished recording, as she was busy selecting music, he cautiously ventured over to voice his curiosity, "Sis, are you recording this to find some clues?" Cheyenne was still selecting music, but since she generally disliked wasting time listening to songs, she found herself in a bit of a quandary. Without raising her head, she replied, "No, I'm recording this for your brother-in-law who's away on a business trip."