Ji Fei was stunned, thinking the chaos would end there, but what followed was an unexpected twist.

"So, was this because of some desperate mistake while answering the call? What terrible luck… no, this must be karma."

Qin Rong, already aware of what had happened, glanced at her Second Brother with newfound respect. Qin Xian, as calm as ever, shifted his gaze to Qin Jing.

Qin Xiaoyu’s sudden movements had naturally caught Qin Jing’s attention. By the time he processed what was happening, the message on the big screen was gone.

“What’s going on? Why does it look like there’s some kind of conflict?” Qin Jing stood up, intending to walk over.

Meanwhile, Wen’s mother, who had been secretly watching, rushed over in panic. “What are you doing? Let go of my son!”

Qin Xiaoyu, on the stage, moved with lightning speed. Her mind seemed blank, but internally, it felt as though her heart was being corroded by acid—sharp, unbearable pain.