Zhu Yun's face was cold. "How should I know what goes on in her head? But drunk people are strong. I've got the proof right here on my arm. And stop with your 'I think this, I think that.' Who do you think you are?"
"The baby in Lin Jin's belly isn't mine. I didn't provoke her or touch her, so you can't pin this on me."
"I'm not done settling scores with you," she said, holding her hand out, palm up. "Hush money, compensation for emotional distress—eighteen hundred. Not a cent less."
"You think I'm a pushover? Dragging me into something this disgusting… If I don't skin you alive, you'll never learn your lesson."
"You... you..." Wang Xianbing ground out through clenched teeth. "Are you obsessed with money? Why should we give you anything? What did you lose?"
Just then, Chu Shenyu, who had been part of the background, spoke up softly, "She sacrificed herself for love."
Everyone in the room froze, turning to look at him, then back at the uncomfortable Zhu Yun.
