Guagua: [Of course. Once you take someone's gifts, your hands are tied. Host, make sure Niu Dali and the others put their backs into their performance.]
Song Yaoyao: [Mm, absolutely.]
The next day, Song Yaoyao went to the Barbecue Restaurant again and told Niu Dali about the act they needed to put on.
Niu Dali listened in utter bewilderment, his mouth hanging open for a long time.
Only after a while did Niu Dali ask:
"Mistress, is that really true?"
"Mm."
"The Zhao Family really is ruthless. They haven't left Zhao Nianxi even a sliver of hope!"
"Just keep this to yourself. Don't tell your men the truth. Let them believe Zhao Nianxi really is a fake young master.
"That way, they'll be playing themselves, and their performance will be convincing enough that Zhao Nianxi won't suspect anything."
"Yes."
Over the next few days, Song Yaoyao kept people watching the Zhao Family.
Sure enough, a few days later, she heard the news that Zhao Nianxi was actually a fake young master and had been thrown out by the Zhao Family.
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up at once, and she asked the person reporting to her:
"How is Zhao Nianxi doing now?"
"Miss, you have no idea how miserable Zhao Nianxi is. When he was thrown out of the Zhao Family, he took nothing with him except the clothes on his back.
"As soon as his pack of disreputable friends heard the news, they turned on him. Some even mocked and humiliated him."
"That really is miserable!"
If Song Yaoyao hadn't needed to report for duty the next day, she would have run straight over to watch the spectacle.
The next day, after finally enduring until her shift ended, Song Yaoyao rushed straight off to watch the fun.
Everyone saw