Back at the Liu Family's home, after Juhua had left, Liu Yungen finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he stubbornly stifled his sobs, not daring to cry out loud.
Liu Yunlan saw her brother's bullied expression and remembered how Juhua had rendered him speechless with one retort after another. She couldn't help but turn away and stifle a laugh.
Mrs. Zhang, Liu Fugui's wife, saw her son crying while her daughter was laughing off to the side. She quickly pulled her daughter's arm and frowned. "Your brother is being bullied like this, and you're laughing? What for? If I had just interrupted earlier and scolded Yungen first, that Juhua wouldn't have said all that to him. Why did you hold me back? How is that Juhua so sharp-tongued? At first, I thought she was the quiet type, but who knew she could talk circles around people? Our Yungen couldn't get a single word in…"
Liu Yunlan thought, 'She's not just sharp, she's incredibly sharp.'
