Madam Li’s lavender tweed suit isn’t just fashion—it’s armor. Her crossed arms, that feathered fascinator, the way she *waits* before speaking… every detail screams control. When the delivery man stumbles in with his thermos, her micro-expression shifts from disdain to calculation. This isn’t a retail dispute—it’s a class collision staged like a silent opera. Mended Hearts knows how to weaponize silence. 🎀