After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

With her eyes lowered, Yan Ziming's pupils darted around.

When she glanced at Xiaoling standing next to her, a thought suddenly struck her and she had an idea.

"Xiaoling, you're wrong too." Suddenly, Yan Ziming angrily pushed Xiaoling away who was supporting her. "I really regret it. I shouldn't have listened to you and let you mislead me into doing this."

"I had considered you my best friend."

"You really disappoint me."

Caught completely off guard, Xiaoling lost her balance.

He took two steps back.

"I... seduced you?" She raised her hand in surprise and pointed to her own nose.

"Yes!" Yan Ziming's eyes glistened with tears of self-reproach. "You told me that Miss Yan was not a good person and that she wanted to get back at me. So, you told me to strike first."

"You're the one who told me to put the earrings on Miss Yan."

“I disagreed, and you threatened to sever ties with me. You are the first friend I made when I returned to China, and I cherish our friendship.”

"So..."

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Miss Yan."

"I shouldn't have..."

Yan Ziming raised her head slightly and closed her eyes.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks.

His body swayed precariously.

At this moment, she seemed to be overwhelmed with self-blame.

Xiaoling was dumbfounded.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and all she could do at first was give a bitter smile.

I'm speechless.

Of course, what I felt most was disheartened and deeply saddened.

Just now, she charged into battle like a clown for Yan Ziming, doing everything she could.

But the result?

As soon as the incident happened, Yan Zimo pushed all the blame onto her, trying to make her a scapegoat, completely disregarding her life or death.

She's so cruel!

"Yan Ziming!" Xiaoling's face flushed red as she raised her hand, pointing angrily at Yan Ziming. "You're lying! It was clearly you..."

But just as she was about to reveal the truth, she was interrupted by Yan Ziming's sudden, loud crying.

Meanwhile, some people who wanted to curry favor with Yan Zimo and a small number who believed that Yan Zimo had been misled by her words stepped forward and directly comforted her.

As for Xiaoling...

She was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

No one cares about her feelings, and no one cares what she wants to say.

At this moment, she could only stand there alone and helpless, enduring those reproachful and cold gazes, her whole body ice-cold.

At that moment, the host walked over.

He looked coldly at Xiaoling, "Miss, our auction house does not welcome people like you."

"No matter where you got the invitation from, there will absolutely not be a next time."

"Please leave immediately!"

After speaking, the host gestured to the two security guards next to him.

The two security guards understood and quickly stepped forward.

The host spoke politely, but the security guards were rough and didn't deserve a simple "please."

Xiaoling was dragged out like a dead dog.

Her clothes were torn and her hair was a mess.

Even one of their shoes fell off.

Upon reaching the entrance, the two security guards immediately and without hesitation let go of his hand.

Xiaoling fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

Bang!

The two security guards didn't even glance at her; they turned around and closed the venue door.

"Hey! Look at this woman, she looks so disheveled. She's been thrown out."

"He doesn't look like a good person at all."

"Everyone who comes here is someone important. Maybe this woman sneaked in, got caught, and was thrown out!"

"How utterly shameful!"

Passersby couldn't help but point and whisper about Xiaoling.

Xiaoling's face turned pale and then flushed, her body burning with irritation.

My heart is shattered.

At that moment, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and disappear into it.

Is she wrong?

Was she really wrong?

If it weren't for my desire to curry favor with the powerful, their family's comfortable standard of living—not extremely wealthy, but at least enough to ensure they had enough to eat and wear—would have provided for them.

It would never have been like this... to be humiliated and trampled upon like this!

As if she understood something, Xiaoling struggled to get up from the ground, covered her face, and ran away crying.

……

In the venue.

The host smiled awkwardly and looked at Yan Niannian, rubbing his hands together.

"Um... Principal Yan Niannian, do you think our auction should continue?"

This unexpected turn of events caught him completely off guard.

But the auction wasn't over yet, and if Yan Niannian persisted, the mission couldn't continue.

So the host was very anxious.

Looking at him calmly, Yan Niannian nodded, "Okay!"

She wasn't someone who disregarded the bigger picture. Anyway, the truth had come out, and as for the rest, they could talk about it later.

"call!"

Upon hearing this, the host breathed a sigh of relief and quickly invited the guests to take their seats.

I was eager to move on to the next stage and end this tricky auction as soon as possible.

At this moment, Yan Ziming had already returned to her seat.

Alone and alone.

Zhuo Yuchen left.

And what about Yan Xiong?

After this incident, he was thoroughly angered by her and went to sit in another empty seat, keeping a distance from her.

I don't even want to look at this nonsensical adopted daughter anymore.

The overwhelming sense of disparity made Yan Ziming clench her fists tightly.

Seeing that Yan Niannian was about to move, her sinister gaze fell on Yan Niannian's back, and a meaningful smile slowly appeared on her lips.

When she shoved the earring into Yan Niannian's clothes to frame her, she never intended to give Yan Niannian a way out.

Therefore, she still has a backup plan.

As Xiaoling rushed towards Yan Niannian and pulled out the pearl earrings, she also touched the white dress Yan Niannian was wearing.

As soon as she moves...

Sure enough, just as Yan Niannian was about to walk to her seat, a faint sound of clothes tearing suddenly came.

Stab it!

Startled for a moment, Yan Niannian stopped in her tracks.

At the same time, my right lower back felt slightly cold.

As doubts arose, Yan Niannian noticed that the way others were looking at her had become strange.

"Cough cough cough..." Du Jiaqian coughed lightly twice, lowered his voice, and kindly reminded her, "The back of your clothes is torn."

Following his words, Yan Niannian quickly took a look.

Sure enough, the thread at the fabric joint broke.

The porcelain white texture is delicate and subtly visible.

Many men in the room couldn't help but stare at her.

Frowning, Yan Niannian was about to reach out to cover it.

Suddenly, a leather jacket fell on her.

The man's body heat still lingered on it, along with... a faint smell of tobacco.

Startled for a moment, Yan Niannian turned to look at Du Jiaqian, "Thank you!"

Du Jiaqian curled his lips into a roguish smile, "No need to be polite, it was just a small favor."

Yan Niannian stopped being polite.

However, as she narrowed her eyes, she subconsciously glanced at Yan Ziming.

A hint of doubt flickered in her cool, beautiful eyes.

How could the skirt suddenly have a ripped seam?

Previously, only she and that girl named Xiaoling had had close contact with her.

She is definitely involved in this matter.