Ni Sitian had just gotten into a taxi when she received a call saying that He Cuiyun had been arrested, but Ni Ziqi was not with her. He Cuiyun was being taken to the police station for a detailed interrogation.

"I understand." Ni Sitian wasn't interested in what kind of sentence they would face next; she would just sit there as long as she could.

Two days ago, her uncle and aunt called to ask about her situation. Although her uncle and Ni Qianshan haven't been very close for the past twenty years, they are still brothers and he still cares. She explained to her uncle what she could do, and he said that this was the best solution.

In short, she just wanted to end everything concerning the Ni family.

Ni Sitian put away her phone, then took out the cufflink from her bag, finding it increasingly exquisite and refined.

She thought for a moment and decided to take a picture with her phone first, then use the image search to find the brand of the cufflinks.

To her surprise, the cufflink brand had gone out of business, but she found information from that time that the brand touted itself as a unique luxury bespoke brand.

Therefore, this cufflink must be one of a kind in the world, and the man who has the other cufflink must be hers...

That's not right either. If a wealthy man like that loses one cufflink, he might just throw the other away without caring about the money.

It would be great if we had a list of clients who customized for this brand back then, but it's been so many years since it went out of business, and everyone has probably dispersed. All such lists should have been destroyed, especially since high-end customization usually involves strict client confidentiality measures.

Ni Sitian gripped the cufflink tightly, took a deep breath, and exhaled softly. It was truly ironic to think that she had been brought into this world under such circumstances.

The offspring of *** is truly a bastard, so bastard that even the biological father is unknown.

Ni Sitian closed her eyes, suppressing her complex emotions, and carefully put the cufflink away.

As the taxi stopped at the traffic light, Ni Sitian looked out the window at the street scene, and her eyes immediately fell on Li Yiqing.

Li Yiqing seemed to be reprimanding a young man who had bumped into an old woman. The young man ignored Li Yiqing's request for an apology and was about to walk away when Li Yiqing grabbed him and insisted that he apologize to the old woman.

Ni Sitian saw the young man forcefully push Li Yiqing down, and Li Yiqing fell to the ground.

"Driver, I want to get off." She paid the fare and got off the bus with her bag.

When she reached Li Yiqing's side, the young man had already run away, and the old woman suddenly fell to the ground, howling loudly.

Ni Sitian was startled and rushed over to help her up: "Grandma, what's wrong?"

"That young lady hit me with her bicycle," the old woman cried out in pain, pointing at Li Yiqing.

Ni Sitian was stunned. She had encountered a staged accident. No wonder the young man ran away so fast!

Suddenly a crowd gathered around, pointing and whispering.

"Grandma, you just said that man bumped into you!" Li Yiqing couldn't believe it. She was clearly helping someone, so how could she be accused of something else? Obviously, there was no such thing as staged accidents where she grew up.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! The little girl bumped into someone!" the old woman kept crying out.

Ni Sitian's face darkened. She took out her phone, as if preparing to make a call, and said, "I saw it over there just now. This girl was clearly helping you up. You only fell down after I came over. The bicycle was parked so far away. How could she have hit you? I think we should call the police."