Therefore, Director Sun did not want this matter to escalate and only wanted to resolve it peacefully.

However, he didn't dare to voice this idea.

She only hoped in her heart that Yu Guanguan could change Quan Jingzhou's mind.

“Miss Yu…” After playing the victim, Song Minghe began to reason with her, “It is true that An Ran was wrong, but the God Competition has already begun. Removing An Ran now will only make people think that you can’t tolerate her. You are afraid of losing, so why not give An Ran a chance to make amends?”

No one was happier than Director Sun upon hearing what Song Minghe said.

Yes, that's exactly the point.

The competition is about to determine the champion, and this scandal is detrimental to everyone.

This Song Minghe is truly clever, and also despicable.

Director Sun sighed with emotion.

Yu Guanguan was well aware that Song Minghe was using a strategy of retreat as a means of advancement.

She gave a cold smile, looking at the people kneeling before her, "The way you're talking makes it sound like I'm narrow-minded if I don't forgive you."

"Aren't you narrow-minded? Do you think you can beat me?" Mo Anran said with a sneer.

Yu Guanguan looked at her with amusement and said slowly, "Mo Anran, have you forgotten that your fate is now in my hands? If I insist on pursuing this matter, you will have no choice but to go to jail."

Mo Anran's eyes widened, and she wanted to say something, but Song Minghe grabbed her sleeve.

Is now the time to confront Yu Guanguan head-on?

"I..." Mo Anran dared not provoke Yu Guanguan any further, and bit her lip unwillingly.

"Miss Yu!"

Seeing that the time was right, Song Minghe immediately said, "An Ran already knows she was wrong, so let's just let this matter go."

"Really?" Yu Guanguan smiled slightly. "But I feel like she doesn't seem to know she's wrong..."

Seeing Mo Anran's increasingly angry face, Yu Guanguan said with a smile, "How about this, let her do what you did, kowtow to me three times, and then publish an apology statement online, and that'll be the end of this matter."

"Why should I kowtow to you?" Before Song Minghe could speak, Mo Anran exploded.

"Not going to kowtow?" Yu Guanguan shrugged. "Then let's call the police."

Mo Anran's angry expression immediately deflated like a punctured balloon. She couldn't go to jail; she couldn't bear the humiliation.

"Is that all?" Song Minghe asked calmly. "Will Young Master Quan agree to this condition?"

Ultimately, Song Minghe's biggest fear was Quan Jingzhou.

Although Yu Guanguan said she could let Mo Anran go, Song Minghe was worried that Quan Jingzhou would disagree.

“I can represent him.” Yu Guanguan turned to Quan Jingzhou with a smile, then turned back and said, “Now, kowtow to me.”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, what could Mo Anran do even if she was unwilling? She could only lower her proud head and kowtow three times in the direction of Yu Guanguan.

"I'm sorry, Yu Guanguan." She bit her lip, apologizing reluctantly.

Seeing Mo Anran's submissive demeanor before her, Yu Guanguan felt no sense of accomplishment whatsoever; instead, she felt utterly bored. In her eyes, Mo Anran was the most meaningless kind of person to live.

They scheme and plot to smear others, but in the end, they gain nothing themselves.

Instead, they distorted their own values ​​and lost all face and dignity.