Anyway, this is about a man's face, and Song Weiyi will always tread carefully.
The charming smile on Pei Yibai's face instantly turned somber, and he glared at her with eyes like torches.
Song Weiyi shrank to the side in fright, but realized it was already too late.
Pei Yibai enunciated each word as he squeezed them out, "Who told you, I'm not up to scratch there?"
From the changes in Song Weiyi's gaze, Pei Yibai guessed that her mood had changed, but he did not expect she was thinking about that!
Such an obvious feeling, hadn't she experienced it? And yet she dared to say he was inadequate there!
"No one told me... I guessed it myself," Song Weiyi said timidly with wide eyes.
He was already angry, and from the grip he had on her waist, Song Weiyi knew this anger was probably no small thing.
If she ratted out Mengmeng now, it would be like asking for death.
"Song Weiyi, you..." Pei Yibai's cold eyes bore into her fiercely.
