That purple wool sweater wasn’t just fabric—it was the spark. Sandy Lowe’s outrage felt theatrical, but the real tension? In Lu Xing’er’s tired eyes and torn sleeve. The factory’s vintage charm clashed with raw class friction. When Lucien Xavier stepped in, silence screamed louder than the brawl. The Price of Betrayal isn’t about theft—it’s about who gets to belong. 🧵🔥