As someone who had once broken through a Maze with Feng Ling, Pei Xianjue knew all too well what this torrential rain meant.
A tear fell onto her phone screen.
Pei Xianjue froze, only realizing afterward that she was crying. She could not help but laugh.
She had never imagined that her own mother could make her cry from anger, then make her laugh from anger too.
On the other end of the call, Mother Pei was still complaining. "If I'd known you'd have this attitude, I never should have used these social media accounts in the first place. Even a casual post has to be scrutinized by my own biological daughter. I really don't know whether this is even my account anymore..."
Pei Xianjue wiped away her tears, her voice turning cold. "That's right. It won't be your account anymore. I'll have someone take over your account and passwords shortly. You won't need to participate in any future public relations response efforts either."
Mother Pei was stunned. "What?... What public relations efforts?"
"Feng Ling has already come out of the Maze!" Pei Xianjue said coldly. "Even if you delete that post now, nothing can be salvaged. So I need to contact the public relations department to deal with the coming public opinion crisis!"
"That's impossible. There's no news online about the Maze being cleared. How did you know..."
Before Mother Pei could finish, Pei Xianjue hung up.
She did not want to listen any longer.
There was no time to complain, nor did she have the right to take out her anger on anyone. The perfect public image she had painstakingly built was about to become a massive joke. Before news of the Maze being cleared spread, she had to do everything she could to salvage her dignity.
But