The crowd's gaze shifted from the screen to Lu Yutian.
The always poised and courteous young lady from a prominent family was now slumped on the ground, her expression frozen and despondent.
Everyone was somewhat puzzled.
Lu Yutian opened her mouth, having no intention of maintaining her image as a wealthy daughter; she really wanted everyone to stop here and not continue watching.
But Qiao Yaning, as the person involved, naturally would not let it go so easily. The deeper the misunderstanding she had faced before, the more eager she was now to uncover the truth.
She watched the surveillance footage very carefully.
Soon, she spoke puzzledly, "Look quickly, at this point, their painting wasn't damaged yet!"
Everyone took a look and indeed that was the case.
This was becoming quite intriguing...
