“The engagement should be called off, but we have to choose a formal occasion.” She said, “The Zhong family has made up a story about how they repay a debt of gratitude by marrying an orphan girl, and half of the Chinese community knows about it.”

"Of course, we should also announce our annulment of the engagement to the public."

Yuan nodded.

Bai Yan smelled the coffee in the jar again: "This coffee is good, Mom, I'll make you a cup."

The weather was perfect at midday. The mother and daughter sat by the air vent in the house, enjoying the cool breeze and drinking coffee while watching the First Madam throw Ayu out, along with her luggage.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong! Commander, I apologize to Mrs. Yuan and the others!"

"Mrs. Yuan, Miss Yan, I was wrong!" Ayu's hoarse sobs echoed through the corridor.

She was sent to the Marshal's Mansion like a commodity. Once a commodity is returned, it naturally loses its value. Once returned, she has no future!

Bai Yan, however, did not sympathize with her. If she sympathized with her, who would sympathize with the original owner who was eight months pregnant and was abandoned and died on the street?

"Yan'er, it's too noisy, let's go back to our room," said Madam Yuan.

"good."

Madam Yuan lay back in her chair. "I'm not comfortable living at the Zhong family's place at all. Yan'er, when can we leave?" She was still worried about the restaurant she was about to open.

"It'll be quick," Bai Yan said. It's the same principle: trash should be swept into the trash heap as soon as possible.

Only by dealing with these issues as soon as possible can my family live in peace.

"Oh right, we have to go to the tailor shop to make clothes tomorrow," Bai Yan said. "In a few days, Xicheng High School will be holding a charity ball under the guise of anti-inflammatory drugs, and the principal and Dean Fang said they want me to give a speech on stage."

"I haven't prepared any suitable clothes yet."