"Do you still like my brother?"
As Liang Yu felt regretful, Pei Qingqing's question took her by surprise.
She subconsciously paused her hand movements, then nervously swallowed.
To say she didn't like him would definitely be lying.
Liang Yu's feelings for Pei Zhiyao had persisted from many years ago until now.
Now, being suddenly asked by Pei Qingqing, it touched the softest part of Liang Yu's heart.
She sniffed, her nose feeling especially sour and astringent.
"How could I not like him."
Her voice was choked with sobs and reluctance.
The love she had held onto for so long had now ended in failure.
She had even used her body to trade with Zhang Huasheng for this valuable opportunity.
Unfortunately, Pei Zhiyao still refused to turn his attention to her.
"What if I help you?"
Liang Yu raised her glass, about to drink it all in one gulp.
But Pei Qingqing's words interrupted her action.
She stared at the other party in shock, but soon became indifferent.
