Lu Feiyan's firm stance, backed by her unyielding courage, had put Hong Tao and Liu Bing in an impossible position. They were like ants on a hot pan.
To respond or not to respond—either choice was detrimental. If they stubbornly stood by Han Feng and Lu Feiyan produced clear evidence of their shameless lies, their reputations would be ruined forever. But if they didn't respond, it would be a terrible move. Not only would they suffer for it, but they would also incur the Han Family's resentment. They couldn't afford to take the fall for this.
Meanwhile, Shen Fanyun was comfortably catching up on sleep at home. When he woke up, fruit and pastries were already waiting for him. A gentle breeze drifted through the room, creating a scene of peaceful tranquility. His mother sat in the living room, listening to opera from a phonograph, while his father, wearing glasses, sat beside her reading the newspaper. The sunlight cast their silhouettes on the floor.
