Qiao Yun didn't speak, and after a while, she said faintly, "Two thousand times, due tomorrow."
Pei Ya said, "Knowing you were back, everyone wanted to visit you, but of course, I stopped them all. Considering how hard I worked, maybe you could let the punishment of copying lines go."
"Three thousand times."
Qiao Yun said lightly.
Pei Ya shut up, feeling that if he kept harping on it, he couldn't escape the four thousand times.
He hated his loose tongue.
Qiao Yun asked him in a weary voice, "What are you here for?"
Pei Ya fumbled with his mouth, definitely feeling despised, right?
He said softly, "Well, just to see if anyone was bullying you... "
The quieter he spoke, the more embarrassing he felt.
What kind of person Qiao the boss was—not someone others bullied, but someone who intellectually overwhelmed others into stupidity first.
But before, Lu… what's his name.
