Wei Yu agreed in a choked voice. "Okay." He stopped crying. But his black eyelashes seemed to have been wet by the rain, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Pei Jiao looked at Wei Yu and an indescribable feeling rose in her heart. She hesitated and asked him, "How many times have you cried recently?"
Wei Yu pursed his lips and remained silent, as if it was difficult for him to speak. Pei Jiao knew him well. Seeing his expression, she understood. "It seems that you've been crying a lot recently."
If he hadn't been so miserable, she would have put her hands on her hips and laughed at him.
Although she held back her laughter, she could not help but mock, "You're Dr. Wei who returned from overseas. You're the high and mighty young master of the Wei family. You're indeed quite spineless to play with yourself for someone you've only known for more than a month."
After saying that, Pei Jiao realized that her words were too sarcastic.
