However, just as that thought flashed through her mind, another scene appeared on the big screen, causing Song Wanqing's composure to completely crumble as her face turned deathly pale.
Zhang Qianqian, "We could frame that little wench Qiao Ran for theft and humiliate her in public."
Pan Sihan, "That's a good idea. At the party, she made Wanqing and us lose face in public, so let's give her a taste of her own medicine."
Yu Xiaohuan, "We should even live-stream it, so she loses face across the entirety of Beihong Country."
Zhang Qianqian, "Manager, just find any piece of jewelry and slip it into her bag when that country bumpkin isn't looking. After the deed is done, your reward will be substantial."
"Okay, I'm on it!" The jewelry store manager bowed and nodded obediently.
Song Wanqing, "Wait a minute!"
Song Wanqing picked out a delicate ring from the assortment of jewelry in front of her.