The next day, I reported to the police.

The charges were defamation and intentional injury.

I also joined the netizens who had previously donated money to accuse them of fraud.

Tian Jiajia's family became like rats crossing the street, fleeing from the outside.

The wheels of justice grind slowly but exceedingly fine.

The police quickly arrested them.

Due to their online influence, there was a lot of real-time media coverage during the arrest.

When they were found by the police, Li Dayong had already been beaten to death by debt collectors.

Both legs were broken, truly becoming a cripple, a dead cripple.

Aunt Li became mentally confused, her face pale and withered.

Her appearance was much more genuine than during her livestreams.

As for Tian Jiajia, dressed in tattered clothes, she looked shriveled and devoid of any vitality.

When facing the media cameras, she forcefully buried her head.

In the end, they received the punishment they deserved and were sent to prison.

Meanwhile, I switched jobs to a new company and began a systematic life.

When I heard news of them again, Aunt Li had been sent to a mental hospital.

Tian Jiajia committed suicide in prison.

I visited my parents' graves and turned around to embrace a new life.