Liang Zixuan gently rubbed her temples as she felt a headache coming on. She couldn't help but scoff in her heart. How many people had she offended? She had just gotten into trouble, but already many people wanted to pull her down from the altar.
When the paparazzi who had helped Liang Zixuan publish the press release saw this, he finally could not sit still and took the initiative to call her.
"Goddess, what the hell is this? Why are you still not making any moves? If you don't attack now, you won't be able to return to Imperial City!"
Liang Zixuan burst out laughing. "Why can't I return?"
"Haha ... Do you think with your image now, when you return to Imperial City now, you won't be surrounded and pelted with eggs?"
"That's fine then." Liang Zixuan smiled and brushed her bangs, "Eggs are very expensive now. Let them throw those eggs. I will collect them, take them home, and cook them for my son."
