Xiang Yiran's face turned pale, and the hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, wordless and choked.
The scene erupted in an uproar.
"Did Miss Xiang really go to jail? What crime did she commit?"
"Can the Bao Family tolerate such a stain? Ridiculous."
"I do remember that she used to be in a wheelchair, but the disability on her legs was faked!"
"Good grief, the adopted daughter turned daughter-in-law, Bao Yuan really played a loud game."
For a moment, everyone had something to say, and Xiang Yiran stiffened where she stood.
At that moment, she realized that whatever she had done, no matter how trivial, there were always people who remembered it in Beijing, a place neither too big nor too small.
Perhaps, she would never be able to shake off these stains in her lifetime.
Xiang Yiran's body trembled as she looked pleadingly toward Bao Yancheng, then toward Bao Yuan.
Bao Yuan cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice.