The tips of the broken branches had several light-colored threads hanging from them—threads that matched the color of the boy’s pants exactly.

The crushed branches had fallen to the ground, and the same colored threads were tangled in them. The grass nearby was flattened, as though something heavy had pressed it down.

Upon closer inspection, there were multiple broken branches and patches of crushed grass, making it clear that the situation was just as Yu Yingze had described.

The onlookers fell silent for a moment as the conversation shifted. At first, they had assumed Yu Jinxiao was using his wealth and influence to bully others, but now it was evident the three boys had fallen from the tree on their own and tried to falsely accuse someone else.

The father stood there, speechless, glaring at his sons in frustration, gritting his teeth, wishing he could punish them on the spot.

“Alright, now that we’ve cleared up what happened with your son, shouldn’t we talk about my daughter?” Yu Jinxiao’s eyes shifted to the red mark on Yuanyuan’s forehead where the skin had been broken.

Just when they thought the matter was settled, the tables turned. Now the man and his family were in the position of having to answer to Yu Jinxiao.

Wait a minute—Yu Jinxiao’s daughter?

Wasn’t his daughter dead?

Everyone in Jiangcheng knew about it, so where had this little girl come from?

The crowd began murmuring in shock, while the man’s expression was one of disbelief. Yu Jinxiao didn’t care about the gossip, his gaze as cold as ice, piercing through the man’s family, making them feel like they were being targeted by a hunter.

“It was him,” Yu Yingze quickly pointed a finger at the boy with the narrow eyes, clearly accusing him. “He threw stones at butterflies and birds, and one hit Yuanyuan.”

The man took a deep breath, instinctively wanting to deny it. “Where’s the… where’s the proof?”

There weren’t any security cameras nearby, and without solid evidence, he couldn’t afford to admit fault.

“I saw it. I’ll testify,” Yu Yingze raised his hand confidently, his voice loud and clear. “It was definitely him.”

The boy with narrow eyes tried to subtly shift out of Yu Yingze’s line of sight.

“Don’t bother hiding, it’s you with those tiny eyes!”

The boy strained to open his eyes wider, but even at his best effort, they barely looked any bigger than before.

“It was him,” Shen Ji stepped forward, backing up the claim. “I saw it too.”

Yu Jinxiao frowned slightly, surveying the situation. “No need to admit it right now, but there are cameras further out. If we pull the footage, we might find the proof.”

The tone in his voice made it clear he wasn’t going to let this go.

The father’s heart pounded in his chest as he crouched down and grabbed his three sons. “Did you do it? If you did, just admit it and apologize properly!”

The three boys exchanged nervous glances, reluctant to confess at first. But after each one received a swat on the backside, they quickly changed their tune.

The two boys who hadn’t hit Yuanyuan felt wronged and burst into tears, pointing fingers at their brother. “I didn’t throw anything! It was him! It was all him! Why are you hitting me?”

“Yeah, it was him! I didn’t do it! I swear, it wasn’t me!” the second boy cried, following his brother’s lead and throwing him under the bus.

Sensing he was in trouble, the boy with the narrow eyes tried to make a run for it but was quickly caught by his father and given a good beating, leaving him wailing in tears.

His pitiful cries echoed through the park.

The father knew the beating wasn’t just to teach his son a lesson—it was also to appease Yu Jinxiao.

But after all that effort, Yu Jinxiao still didn’t look satisfied. He motioned to Yuanyuan and said, “Now go ahead. He hit you, so you hit him back. Don’t ever let others bully you.”