On the other side.

Yu Ziling and Yao Fangqin sat in the room, eagerly awaiting Yu Haipeng's return.

What they got in return was a blood-soaked figure.

"Oh dear, Haipeng, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Yu Haipeng's bruised and swollen face, Yao Fangqin was extremely surprised. "Who? Who beat you up like this?"

"They are...they are a group of petty thugs who specialize in robbing people on the road."

Yu Haipeng clutched his ribs, his voice like a broken bellows, his breath leaking out, "Stop talking, help me to rest for a while, I suspect my bones are broken."

"Then we need to get to the hospital right away," Yao Fangqin said, still concerned about Yu Haipeng, and quickly helped him sit down on the sofa.

Yu Ziling, however, couldn't wait to ask, "Dad, do you still have the photos of you contacting the reporter on your phone?"

“Yes, it is,” Yu Haipeng said. “Those thugs wanted to take my phone, but luckily, I bought it back.”

"That's good."

Yu Ziling finally breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes. "Dad, send me the photos. I'll contact reporters and online trolls right now to create a story about Yu Guanguan being unfilial and beating her own father."

"There's no need to rush."

Yao Fangqin rolled her eyes and said, "That little bitch now has Quan Jingzhou as her backer. Any negative comments about her posted online will be deleted. Hiring online trolls is useless."

"What should we do then?" Yu Ziling stomped her foot in anger. "Although the online comments don't mean much, Yu Guanguan has already stolen my thunder. Everyone is optimistic about her, as if she is already the champion of new model competition. I can't swallow this anger until I bring her down."

“Since we’re going to bring her down, we’ll have to use special methods,” Yao Fangqin said. “What’s the big deal about exposing her online? We’re going to expose her in public and make her look bad.”

"In public?" Yu Ziling was taken aback. "How do you expose them?"

Yao Fangqin gave her a look of exasperation. "Of course, we should choose the most crowded place to release the photos, so that people in high society will know how vicious this little bitch is."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Yu Haipeng and said, "Haipeng, isn't there a charity auction tomorrow? Quan Jingzhou will definitely be attending with Yu Guanguan. Keep the photos safe and send them out tomorrow."

"Charity auction?"

Yu Haipeng and Yu Ziling were taken aback for a moment, then they both realized what was happening.

Although it's called a charity auction, it's more like a high-society feast, and people with a certain net worth can't get an invitation.

“Yes. The auction,” Yao Fangqin said. “I’ve already inquired about it. Many important people will be attending this auction. Give Ziling a sum of money and have her donate a lot to create an image of her being passionate about charity. Then release Yu Guanguan’s photo. With the comparison, everyone will know the true face of this little bitch.”

“Mom, you’re right.” Yu Ziling’s eyes shone with excitement. “This is what they call the higher you climb, the harder you fall.”

The more positive reviews Yu Guanguan receives online as these photos are leaked, the faster her image will collapse.

Yu Ziling was already imagining the scene where Yu Guanguan would be universally condemned after the photos were exposed.

Just thinking about it makes her smile in her dreams.

The mother and daughter were so engrossed in their fantasies that they completely ignored Yu Haipeng's somewhat troubled expression.