The woman's commotion finally attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Ni Sitian felt embarrassed and ashamed, her face flushed, but she still wanted to smooth things over first. She bowed to the woman and apologized: "I'm sorry, I will compensate you for your skirt. If you feel uncomfortable, I can accompany you to the hospital for a check-up, and I will cover all the expenses."

"Compensation? Responsibility?" the woman grumbled. "Can you afford to take that responsibility?! My dress was handmade by an Italian designer. Do you, a poor girl, even know how much it costs?"

The woman had already sized Ni Sitian up; she was certain that Ni Sitian's clothes cost no more than two thousand yuan, so she was definitely not a young lady from a wealthy family, but at most an employee of some company. Therefore, she cursed Ni Sitian even more recklessly.

Ni Sitian bit her lip and hesitated, "How much compensation do you want?"

Suddenly, the woman cried out in surprise, "Where's my ring?! Where did my ring go?!"

Ni Sitian was stunned and looked at the woman who had suddenly started running around looking for something, puzzled.

Unexpectedly, after circling around a couple of times, the woman pointed at Ni Sitian and yelled, "You stole it, didn't you! Give me back my ring!"

"I didn't!" Ni Sitian raised her voice involuntarily. This slander was too great, and she became a little agitated.

"You dare yell? My ring was just here! It was gone when I bumped into you!" the woman shouted even louder.

Someone in the crowd who recognized her suddenly chimed in, "Yes, I was just chatting with Mrs. Wu and I saw her ring. It's an emerald the size of a pigeon's egg, worth several million."

"I didn't take it." Ni Sitian's face turned bright red, and the onlookers pointed and whispered at her.

The public relations manager in charge of the banquet also came over, apologized to Mrs. Wu, and tried to calm her down.

But Mrs. Wu was unmoved and stared at Ni Sitian relentlessly, saying, "Whether she stole it or not, we'll know by checking the bag, won't we?"

Ni Sitian was both angry and anxious, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. "I'll say it again, I didn't steal it."

When Xiao Ya saw that Ni Sitian, whom she had been looking for for so long, had gotten into a conflict with Madam Wu, she quickly went over, tugged at Ni Sitian's hand, signaled her with her eyes to show weakness, and whispered in her ear, "She is the wife of Wu Zhongcheng, whom we are interviewing today. Apologize quickly. If you mess things up, neither of us will be able to explain ourselves."

"Hurry up and give me your bag so I can check it!" Madam Wu forcefully grabbed Ni Sitian's bag.

Ni Sitian grabbed the bag, and they struggled against each other.

She wasn't unaware that she might ruin today's interview, but she absolutely could not accept such an insult!

"Fine, you're afraid to check, you must be feeling guilty!" Madam Wu reached out and pushed Ni Sitian.

Ni Sitian's small frame couldn't withstand her large hand; her bag was snatched away, and she staggered back two steps.

An arm supported her waist, preventing her from falling backward.

She turned her head to look and saw Qin Mubei, so she immediately let go of his arm.

Qin Mubei's mouth was ruptured from being hit by Ni Sitian. He was initially resentful and didn't want to help her, but when he heard that things had gotten so bad outside, he couldn't bear to see her suffer, so he finally came out to stand up for her.

“Mrs. Wu, Miss Ni is my friend. Could this be a misunderstanding?” He walked towards Mrs. Wu and said.

Knowing that Qin Mubei was Minister Qin's son, Madam Wu's expression softened slightly. She said, "I'm not an unreasonable person. As long as the search is successful, I'll let bygones be bygones regarding this dress tonight."

Just as Qin Mubei was about to speak again, a clear, cold voice rang out: "Let's see who dares to search!"