After receiving an affirmative answer, Jiang Baili hung up the phone.

Finding out what happened to Chen Lian was actually quite simple. Jiang Baili finished her lunch leisurely, and the results were already out.

"Xie Li went to Chen Lian's class early this morning with a bag."

"Chen Lian put the bag in the locker, but she said there were twelve bottles of shampoo inside."

"At the time, Chen Lian casually complained that 50,000 yuan was not a loss or anything."

Jiang Baili strung these clues together, and soon they formed a coherent line.

Xie Li challenged Shen Lian to a duel, but for some reason, Shen Lian was at a disadvantage and was blackmailed by Xie Li.

Of course, if Shen Lian felt she hadn't lost out, it was very likely that Xie Li had cleverly deceived her.

Considering Xie Li and Zhang Ma's recent actions, it's certain that Xie Li himself made some substandard shampoo, had Zhang Ma fill it with high-end bottles, pretended it was genuine shampoo, and then forced his classmates to buy it at a high price.

After piecing together these details, we still need to verify them with Chen Lian.

"I heard you bought a lot of shampoo today? Can I buy one?"

When Jiang Baili went to retrieve her belongings from the locker after school in the afternoon, she glanced at the second-year students and saw Chen Lian struggling to carry a large bag.

Shen Lian glanced at her; both were socialites and heiresses from the wealthy circles of Linjiang City, so she naturally recognized Jiang Baili.

However, their relationship doesn't seem that good. She wasn't even that close to Xie Ziyuan, who was in the same grade, and she couldn't be bothered with Jiang Baili, a cousin of the Xie family.

"Not for sale!"

Jiang Baili's smile froze slightly; she hadn't expected Chen Lian to be so impolite.

"Never mind then, sorry to bother you." She turned around with graceful steps, seemingly talking to herself.

"I'd better buy it from the official store. I don't want to accidentally buy a counterfeit or substandard product."

Hearing her mutterings, Chen Lian pondered for a moment, then concluded, "Damn it, she's sick!"

If you're worried about buying a fake, why come to her and make yourself uncomfortable?

Jiang Baili, hiding around the corner: "..."

She took a deep, deep breath to barely suppress the anger surging in her chest.

Just as I was about to turn away empty-handed, I heard an exclamation: "Oh no! How could we have missed this?"

It was Shen Lian's voice. Jiang Baili quickly turned around and saw Shen Lian wiping her hands with a tissue, her face wrinkled.

As she wiped, she finally seemed to realize, "Xie Li didn't sell me a fake, did he? This doesn't look like the original! Holy crap!"

Hearing this, Jiang Baili slightly curled the corners of her lips, turned around and left.

——

Jiang Yifan was also comforting Ming Xiaoxiao.

She had just invited Xie Li to join her in enrolling in the art club, but Xie Li refused. Even Su Ying and her followers were being displeased, which left the usually enthusiastic and brave Ming Xiaoxiao feeling frustrated.

"Class monitor, am I really being nosy?" Ming Xiaoxiao lay on the desk, her figure appearing exceptionally thin and petite.

“I thought she was like me, a newcomer, and must have all sorts of confusion and anxiety, which is why I’ve been so worried about her…”

"But it turns out I was just being delusional." She smiled, a bitter smile in it.

“It’s not your fault,” Jiang Yifan said. “It just means that some people are simply not meant to be with you.”

Ming Xiaoxiao said softly, "Yes, she is a rich heiress, and me..." Her voice was somewhat downcast.

Looking at her thin shoulders, Jiang Yifan felt a surge of protectiveness.

"Xiaoxiao, don't you dare belittle yourself! So what if you come from a wealthy family? Linjiang No. 1 High School is a place where academic performance determines success, and you still trample on wealthy families."