Xia Moer's mind went blank, her hand holding the phone trembling slightly.
"Moer, what's wrong?" Mother Xia watched Xia Moer's face turned pale, worried sick, cursing Rong Zi Chen for daring to treat her precious daughter like this.
Xia Moer suddenly pushed Mother Xia away: "Mom, please leave for a moment."
"Moer, what are you doing?" Mother Xia was caught off guard, pushed out of the door by Xia Moer.
In the room, Xia Moer's fingers trembled as she dialed a phone number.
"Pei Nuo, what are you up to?"
"I need money."
Pei Nuo's tone had completely changed from his usual gentleness, his voice as cold as an iceberg.
"What did you say?" Xia Moer raised an eyebrow, her tone somewhat sharp.
"Fifty million, or else these photos will appear on various web pages and blogs, and your family, the people around you, the people you love the most will all see these photos." Pei Nuo's voice was so unfamiliar, it scared Xia Moer.