"Jian? Jian? Are you still listening?" Shen Yu called from the other end of the phone.
"I am..." Jian Xi moaned weakly, her heart sinking with despair.
"Did you actually call off the engagement, or are you still together?" Shen Yu was extremely curious.
"Third Brother, stop asking. I have a headache. I'm hanging up."
Jian Xi hung up the phone and lay her head down on the table for a while. She decided to send Nan Mufeng a WeChat message.
Face-to-face negotiations seemed to always end with her losing, maybe a different approach could result in a win.
[Nan Mufeng, take down the photo immediately. I didn't agree to remarry you. There's no way between us!]
Then she waited.
One minute passed, two minutes passed...
Jian Xi, growing impatient, sent a second message: [If you don't take it down, I will respond to the post and hire an online army to smear you!]
And she continued to wait.
In her heart, she prayed for Nan Mufeng to reply quickly, and she quietly schemed her next move.
