As soon as these words escaped her lips, Pei Qingqing threw a punch at Zhao Moxuan's muscle.
The hard sensation made Pei Qingqing inhale sharply.
But the woman's gaze turned even colder, clearly disliking Zhao Moxuan's statement.
"What do you mean? You want me to steal Pei Zhiyao's secrets and leak them to you? An outsider like you expecting to get hold of our family's secrets? Zhao Moxuan, you're really playing a smart game here."
Pei Qingqing could say this because Zhao Moxuan had anticipated it long ago.
But to achieve his goal, he had prepared every possible excuse.
Only then did Zhao Moxuan gently stroke Pei Qingqing's wrist.
He started with a physical gesture to calm Pei Qingqing's emotions.
"That's not what I mean. The reason I want you to steal the secrets isn't just to leak them to me, but to frame Wen Mian."
When Wen Mian was mentioned, Pei Qingqing's interest was finally piqued.
Even her gaze changed.
"Go on, tell me the details."
