"I'm the one who's humiliated? How am I humiliated? The ones who should feel ashamed are Lu Jiahe and Liu Suqin, those two shameless creatures. Don't you dare say I'm talking nonsense. Look at this, what is this? This is my thermos. Back then, I was afraid someone at home would take the wrong one, so I specifically ground a flower on the base with a stone. It was a gift from my maternal family. What did you say back then, Lu Jiahe? You said it was broken. You said you lost it. Where did you throw it? Into your whore's bed, huh?"
Wu Xianglan pushed her way past everyone, charged into Liu Suqin's living room, picked up that green thermos and showed it around to everyone. Indeed, there was an ugly little flower on the bottom.
This really was irrefutable. Liu Suqin's face turned panicked for a moment, but then she composed herself.
