Nie Qingru's face instantly turned ashen, her fingernails dug into her flesh without her noticing the pain. She glared at Mo Xi intensely.
One moment, she was saying that Qiao Nian should be proud of having her blood flowing through her veins. The next moment, someone was pointing out that she relies on a blood relation with that wolf cub to stay safe. Nothing could be more humiliating than this.
Mo Xi ignored her glare, once again pushing his phone towards her, politely saying, "Empress, please."
"..." Nie Qingru looked at the phone pushed in front of her again, trembling with rage and feeling utterly embarrassed.
But given the current situation, she had no choice. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at her, and Nie Qingru was fully aware that if she didn't comply, these people wouldn't continue to 'politely' chat with her...
As the empress of the reclusive family, being intruded upon and threatened at home was unbearable, akin to being slapped in the face.
