Mo Nuan really wanted to say that Mo Zixi was self-aware enough to know how rude she had been to her each time.

The thought of going to the Mo family’s home was unappealing to Mo Nuan.

“Sister, you really have to come by! I want to thank you in person, but I can’t get into the military compound. You’ll have to come here instead,” Mo Zixi insisted.

“I’m not going. If you want to eat, you can do it without me.” The last time she had been forced into it, but this time she had no desire to go.

“Sister!” Mo Zixi called out, raising her voice.

“I’m hanging...