"You just broke up with someone, and the next thing I know, you're accepting tickets from another man to go to a concert. How did I not know I raised such a shameless, brazen child!"
Xia Zhaoyun fixed her with a cool, detached gaze and let out a soft laugh. "Aunt Song, I don't agree with any of that. Are you just going to make these baseless accusations against me without a shred of evidence?"
"Let's get this straight. First, about the pushing incident. Who in your family actually saw it?"
"Didn't it happen like this? After we came out, one of us was upstairs and the other was downstairs. Then you heard Song Baozhuo—no, Song Shabao—who had a small cut on her head and blood running down her face, mumbling incoherently that her sister wasn't to blame?"
