Nie Qingru did not forget to emphasize, "Don't worry, I won't go so far as to tamper with the doctors. They'll seriously treat Master Cheng…"
The lighter in Qiao Nian's hand clicked open, and a dark blue flame came to life. She did not even look up, and her tone was light as if she was talking to a stranger. "What's the condition?"
"…"
Nie Qingru's suppressed anger almost flared up again. "Do I need a condition to help you? Don't forget, I'm your…"
Before she could say "grandmother"…
The girl put on the lighter cap and gave her a sidelong glance. Her gaze was half-smiling, as if she was looking at an idiot. "I won't ask a third time. What's the condition?"
What kind of attitude is this!
Nie Qingru's chest was stuffed, and her lips trembled. However, she knew Qiao Nian was serious, so she stopped pretending to be loving.
She simply said, "Delete the photo on Instagram. Also, tell the Privy Council that you created it."
