The banquet hall.
Every word Xiao Mengyu spoke landed like a bombshell.
No one spoke.
Only the orchestra continued its live performance.
Every musician stared at the score before them, as if it were filled with matters of life and death, not daring to look anywhere else.
The female reporter no longer dared to keep recording.
The male reporter carried his equipment off to a distant corner and set it on fire, crying as he burned it.
No one paid him any attention.
But he still felt it was not enough. He snatched the microphone from the female reporter, then pulled out both their phones and threw them all into the fire.
Some people shifted uneasily.
The eager young scions of the Aristocratic Families stood rooted to the spot, not making another sound.
Madam An's face was livid.
Yet Xiao Mengyu's voice remained as calm as a deep, still pool:
"Oh, right, I have videos and photos here. Want to see them? I'll send them to you."
"And a video of Song Qingyun saying she wanted to marry you."
"Really? Wow, that's explosive! Send it to me. Hurry!" Shen Ye said.
"Shall I send it, then?"
"Send it."
The two fiddled with their phones.
Shen Ye looked up excitedly, glanced at Madam An, and burst out laughing:
"Madam An, you really are a good judge of character. She actually found it!"
"It's fake," Madam An spat, her words coming rapidly. "There must be something wrong with the source of your videos. They're fabricated. Besides, Qingyun would never hurt anyone. She's universally acknowledged as a New-Generation Role Model, the Student Council President of Sky Jialan High School!"
"Countless scions of Aristocratic Families can testify to that!"
No sooner had she finished speaking.
Many of those scions stepped forward, clamoring in support