I ordered fresh milk for half a year, but I only drank it five times. The rest was secretly drank by Aunt Zhang next door. I pretended to be under surveillance and got up early to grab milk, but to no avail. After switching to cash on delivery to protect myself, I was falsely accused by my aunt of cutting off his food rations and demanding mental compensation. I took out the monitoring and milk ordering records to defend my rights in public, but the aunt pretended to be sick and it ended in a farce. In the end, her son came to apologize and compensate. Although I sought justice, I was left with a psychological shadow because I saw through the coldness of human nature, and finally chose to move. I also learned that kindness requires sharpness, and that giving in cannot bring true peace.
