Grandma Ou smiled warmly, "I didn't say anything like that."
"Isn't that exactly what you meant?" Susan sneered, her tone aggressive, "Let me remind you, it was you who approached me first! Was it me begging and clinging to you all the time?"
"I was just casually asking a question. Susan, aren't you overreacting a little?"
"We're all grown-ups here—can we stop feigning ignorance? Your insinuation was crystal clear, Old Madam Ou! Fine, let me make it plain for all of you. My husband and I met in S Country at the Royal Hotel. His real name is Ling Chen, and he's three years older than me. Back then, under quite peculiar circumstances, something happened between us. Do I have to spell out every sordid detail for you, Old Madam Ou?" Susan's expression was furious, but her words were sharp and straightforward.
And every single word was true.
Grandma Ou suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
