The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

No one noticed the smug grin that secretly curled up at the corner of the man's mouth.

Song Lin: "I believe my son would never do such a thing. There must be some misunderstanding. We will call the police to handle it."

"Your Song family just wants to use your power to oppress people. The police are also on your side, specifically bullying people like us. I've tried to call the police countless times, but every time the result is just that it's normal filming within the scope of our work." Mu Jiang's words made everyone gasp.

Song Yanzhao refused to believe that Song Qishen was such a person and rushed forward to hit Mu Jiang, but was stopped by Song Shuyue.

Gao Congsheng stared at Song Shuyue with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Do you know that if you act impulsively, it will make the Song family look guilty, which will only confirm their guilt and let those with ulterior motives succeed. Thank you for that."

Song Shuyue's sharp eyes shot towards Gao Congsheng, who quickly looked away; this girl seemed rather strange.

Song Yanzhao: "Then what can we do? We can't just stand by and watch them defile and ruin my cousin!"

Song Shuyue: "Leave it to me, I'll let you vent in a bit, then you..."

Song Yanzhao nodded emphatically, patted his chest, and assured him, "Leave it to me!"

Mu Jiang was about to continue speaking when the sound of slapping rang out. A young girl walked briskly onto the stage, her eyes cold and a hint of a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"You can talk so arrogantly about things that are completely contrary to the truth; it's truly admirable. Who gives you the audacity? Do you really think you won't go to jail?"

Mu Jiang's expression changed, gradually turning ashen. "Who are you? What right do you have to interfere in my affairs? Oh, I know who you are. You're someone hired by the Song family, aren't you? I have evidence for everything I've said. If you don't believe me, just call the police."

Mu Jiang dared to say this because he was certain the Song family wouldn't call the police, since Song Qishen would be the one embarrassed if the police came.

Song Shuyue: "Your idea is very good, so I just called the police. They should be on their way now."

"You!" Mu Jiang's expression changed repeatedly.

Song Shuyue turned her head to look at the photo behind her. The photo showed Mu Jiang with his shirt off, tied up with rope, kneeling in front of Song Qishen with his body twisted. Song Qishen's face was not visible in the photo, but he was holding a whip in his hand, a whip specifically for playing with perverse pleasures.

Song Shuyue pointed to the rope in his photo, "Such a clumsy self-directed and self-acted performance, and you even dared to amplify it. I really don't know whether to call you stupid or smart."

Before Mu Jiang could speak, Song Shuyue's cool voice seemed to have a magical power, making everyone hold their breath and listen attentively to her.

"Ignore your pained expression for now, and just tell me why this rope isn't tied to you, but is in your hand? Ladies and gentlemen, what makes you think he was forced? Also, the whip Song Qishen is holding is marked. This type of whip can be traced back to who bought it. It's engraved with 'Mu Jiang's exclusive,' so it must be yours!"

Mu Jiang hadn't expected her to notice such a small detail, and immediately retorted, "He's the one who told me to buy it, is that wrong? Don't you know he..."

Song Shuyue snorted and interrupted, "It doesn't matter who bought it. What matters is that you have so many ex-boyfriends. Did they all force you to pay for it?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiang's expression changed instantly. He looked around frantically, then instinctively stammered, denying, "What ex-boyfriend? I don't know."

Just then, Song Yanzhao rushed up and snatched his phone away.

Mu Jiang panicked and tried to snatch it back, but Song Qitian grabbed his shoulder tightly. "What are you doing? What are you doing? In broad daylight, in front of everyone, are you going to attack me?"

Song Yanzhao was too lazy to waste words with him, and quickly unlocked the phone with his finger. "Since there's a big screen here, let me show everyone what chat history is on his phone."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiang was horrified and struggled violently, shouting, "Let me go! Let me go! This is illegal!"

Song Shuyue: "Defaming others is also illegal, don't you know that? Or are you trying to extort money without checking the law online?"

"You!" Mu Jiang's face turned pale and then flushed red from the words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can take a look at the chat messages and various videos he has saved on his phone. I believe that reporters and the media are very interested in this kind of behavior, and tomorrow's headlines will all be about you!"

Song Yanzhao has successfully projected all the content onto the screen.

When everyone saw his explicit chat history with the boy, as well as various videos, they immediately realized that he was the real pervert.

Another message was from a chat with Song Qishen: "Song Qishen, I love you so much, why don't you give it a try with me?"

Stop pretending to be serious, don't think I don't know you're a jerk at heart.

When I tied myself up and dressed like that so you could punish me, I saw the excited glint in your eyes, and I knew then that you were interested in me.

Why did you fire me?

[Song Qishen, you deserve to die! Since I can't have you, I'll destroy you! Just you wait, one day I'll make you lie obediently beneath me.]

Upon seeing these messages from Mu Jiang, Song Lin, as a father, couldn't bear it any longer. He clenched his fist, rushed over, and punched Mu Jiang.

"You filthy thing, you dare to do this!" Song Lin was furious and enraged.

Mu Jiang's face gradually lost its color, and he looked helplessly at the audience below the stage, as if searching for someone. Just then, Gao Congsheng rushed up.

"You bastard, you're not even human! How dare you do such a thing? You'd better think about what will happen to you this time. I will never let you get away with this."

These words silenced Mu Jiang completely. Gao Congsheng glared at Mu Jiang fiercely, then volunteered, "Song Lin, you're leaving this to me, right? I will never let this despicable pervert get away with it. He made my nephew suffer such humiliation, I will make him pay a heavy price. I will personally send him to the police station."

Before everyone could cheer for his righteous act, Song Shuyue interrupted, "Don't be in such a hurry. There are still a few chat logs that haven't been recovered yet. Once they're recovered, we'll know who gave him the audacity to openly cause trouble at the art exhibition."

Gao Congsheng's heart skipped a beat, and his hands trembled slightly.

"Let's leave these matters to the police station. The art exhibition should continue. I wonder where my nephew's painting went."

Song Shuyue smiled faintly, but there was no warmth in her eyes. "Where is that painting? Don't you know best?"