Pei Yunge could feel how much she cared about this person now. She knew better that most of her uneasiness and suspicions now were not because of what the man had done, but because of herself.
The impatience and unease that was carved into her bones came from the same genes as Meng Ying.
She was the crazy one.
Pei Yunge squatted down unconsciously and looked down. She casually flipped her slightly curly black hair and hid the stubbornness in her eyes.
However, her eyes were still slightly red and her ruthlessness had just dissipated.
Pei Yunge walked back and naturally took a cigarette from the cigarette box on Si Chengyan's table. She had just lit the cigarette butt and was biting it casually.
However, just as she turned around, she suddenly heard a click and the camera flashed.
"…"
With a cigarette between her fingers, Pei Yunge turned around and saw a round-faced girl holding a DSLR looking at her.
