The beauty in this bar was indeed a person bribed by Du Weizhe.
In order to disgrace Pei Zhiyao, Du Weizhe had exhausted every tactic.
But the beauty's plan seemed to be failing.
"How did you get in?"
Pei Zhiyao, stifling his discomfort, propped himself up.
With the beauty's unrelenting approach, the sullen look on Pei Zhiyao's face grew even more pronounced.
He took a deep breath, and his tone gradually became slower.
"Who let you in? Get out!"
The beauty, smiling, stared at Pei Zhiyao, her gaze filled with a layer of affection.
"President Pei, I just saw you were in such distress, I came to take care of you."
"Not necessary."
Pei Zhiyao wished he could slap the other person's face.
But after all, she was a woman.
Even if Pei Zhiyao was furious, he couldn't do that.
The man breathed in, breathed out.
He didn't speak for a while.
In the process of interacting with her, all the discomfort surged to his heart.
"Get out!"
