However, she was already unable to cope, as Nangong Yu already had poor mental resilience. Coupled with the man's piercing gaze, she became immediately uneasy and her voice turned as thin as that of a mosquito.
"...Brother... you called me...?"
Nangong Yi let out a cold laugh and said icily, "It's hard to believe you still call me brother. For the sake of an irrelevant outsider, you unexpectedly resorted to such despicable means to scheme against me. Nangong Yu, should I say you're foolish, or do you simply not regard me as your brother at all?"
Nangong Yu was scared. From childhood, she had always been the darling held in her brother's palms, no matter how many mistakes she made or how willful and capricious she was, her brother had never spoken to her in such a sharp tone, nor had he ever looked at her with such indifferent, distant eyes.