President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

In a blink of an eye, night has fallen.

At five past seven, Song Runian arrived at the mental hospital.

The nurse watched her coming, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but a smug smile of a successful trick.

"Miss Anne, you are here, you are really punctual." The nurse stepped forward and took Song Runian's arm.

Song Runian put on a cute smile, "Yeah, what should I do now?"

"It's very simple. There is a shortage of manpower in the kitchen. Just go and help make the fruit platter." The nurse said.

Lead by the nurse, Song Runian went to the kitchen.

Here, many volunteers are already helping out, making salads, framing small cakes, chopping and frying vegetables, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

"Miss Anne, you are responsible for putting the red dates, tomatoes and an apple on the plate, one for each," the nurse said.

"Okay." Song Runian nodded.

After a pause, Song Runian pointed to the small note on the side of the plate and asked curiously, "What does the name on it mean?"

"This is the patient who owns the plate. Some patients are obsessed with cleanliness. If they get someone else's plate, they will make a fuss, so we did this." The nurse explained.

Song Runian nodded, "So that's the case, then I understand."

Immediately, Song Runian distributed fruit to each plate according to the nurse's request.

This may seem like a no-brainer at first glance, but it's actually a big job.

Song Runian's eyes were dazzled in the end, and it was finally done.

As soon as the busy work is over, it's time for the dinner party. Everyone has to take these things out to be eaten by the people in the mental hospital.

On the stage, volunteers sang and danced, making mental patients laugh out loud.

Everything was very harmonious until... Song Shan suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body twitching!

"Oh my god, what's going on here?" The nurse yelled, "Didn't you be fine just now?"

The man next to him snorted coldly, "Who told him to grab my fruit platter and eat it, he deserves it!"

"What?!" The nurse continued following the words, "He got into trouble because he ate the fruit platter? Who made the fruit platter!"

"It's Anne!"

"Miss Anne, why did you poison the fruit platter?!" The nurse was so angry that she took out her mobile phone and called the police, "I'm going to arrest you and go to jail right now."

Song Runian was extremely indifferent, with her hands wrapped around her chest, showing no sign of fear at all.

"Just wait, the police will come to arrest you soon." The nurse said triumphantly.

So far in planning, everything is going well.

When Annie was sent to the police station, when the police investigated, they would find out that Annie was almost raped by the man next to her, so it's not surprising that she had hidden murderous intentions.

It just so happened that Song Shan ate the fruit platter, and Song Shan became the unlucky scapegoat.

But no matter what, Annie did the poison, and the police would only trouble Annie.

The task Madam Bai entrusted to her is considered complete!

The nurse was thinking about it, when suddenly a group of reporters rushed in from outside, grabbed the flashlight and started to shoot.

No, what's going on here?

A second before his eyes were blinded, the nurse finally recovered and asked in a panic, "You... who let you in?"

The reporters didn't respond at all, they just pressed the shutter vigorously at Song Runian.

The nurse was enlightened and understood.

This must be someone invited by Mrs. Bai, right?

Mrs. Bai wanted to make this matter a big deal, and then Annie would be spurned by the people of the entire West Continent and turned into a street mouse. Even if she was imprisoned, she would be looked down upon by others in the prison.

Haha, Mrs. Bai is really thoughtful!