Pei Qingqing was naturally surprised by her side.
To her, Liang Yu was nothing more than a brainless, beautiful fool.
She had been directing all affairs, arranging everything.
Yet now, Liang Yu had her own ideas, which made Pei Qingqing feel a sense of crisis.
Liang Yu smiled, her lips curling into a carefree grin.
This caused Pei Qingqing's face to instantly fall.
"Boiling a frog in warm water, aren't you afraid my brother will just run away?"
Liang Yu took a deep breath, seemingly less passionate in her pursuit of Pei Zhiyao than before.
"It doesn't matter. What's mine won't run away no matter what, and what's not mine, I dare not demand."
The curtain of the music concert suddenly fell.
Liang Yu patted Pei Qingqing's hand, unable to resist reminding her:
"It's starting."
Through the lights, Liang Yu could still see Pei Zhiyao sitting not far away.
Just his figure was enough to attract her.
