Meng Ziqi's face was a mix of green and purple. She didn't want to kneel and apologize to a dead person, but she seemed to have no other choice. What should she do?
Her mouth was clenched tight, and her hands were stiff and hard from gripping so strongly, as if she could absorb power in this way and get through this embarrassing and desperate moment.
Yu Jingrong waited in silence for a while, seeing that Meng Ziqi had no intention of apologizing, his eyes deepened.
"So, this is how the Meng family behaves?" Yu Jingrong asked, his tone calm, but his eyes glanced slightly at Meng Zixuan sitting beneath.
Meng Ziqi's eyes trembled violently: "Yu Jingrong, you're going too far."
