The next second, the message was sent successfully.
A dark glint flashed across her eyes. Not giving the other party a chance to reply, she put the number back on the blacklist.
After doing all this, Qiao Nian put her phone back in her pocket and took out candy. She leaned against the seat, tore open the wrapper, threw the fruit candy into her mouth, and closed her eyes to rest…
**
Continent M.
Nie Qingru returned to her residence under the cover of night.
Everyone in the castle could sense her anger. No one dared to provoke her at this time. Even the servants serving tea walked softly, afraid of making a sound.
Nie Qingru took a sip of black tea but could not calm down. She tightened her grip on the teacup and threw it to the ground with a ferocious expression.
Smack!
The porcelain shattered with a crisp sound.
The servants held their breaths and groaned inwardly.
What was wrong with the Empress? Why was she so angry?
