"Miss Leng, you've articulated things pretty clearly! Are you implying that Mr. Gu forced himself on you? If I remember correctly, isn't Mrs. Gu's face and body far superior to yours? Do you really think you, a woman in her thirties, are worth Mr. Gu treating you in such a way? Aren't you perhaps overthinking this?"
Mi Lu's questions hit Leng Luo hard, one after the other, and she struggles to fend them off.
"I really don't know, please, just leave me be. Stop asking me... I don't know..." Leng Luo squats on the ground in agony, appearing as though someone really has been bullying her.
"Miss Leng, who are you putting on this performance for? Shouldn't you be quickly leaving when faced with our barrage of questions? Strangely enough, not only have you not left, but you've carried on patiently answering our questions. Are you hoping that we will write that Mr. Gu forced himself on you?
