Mrs. Pei could always tell when Pei Yibai was truly angry and when he wasn't.
Like right now.
He pursed his lips, his face slightly cold, "Mom, I really don't have time tonight. Since you insist I come home, let it be tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to watch you sever ties with me."
"You..."
Mrs. Pei was so angry she couldn't speak, and after a few cold snorts, she hung up the phone.
That meant she agreed to Pei Yibai coming home the next day.
Half an hour later, Song Weiyi, who had finished getting ready, was brought before Pei Yibai.
He didn't have a particular preference for women's styles. At first, he wanted Song Weiyi to dazzle everyone with her outfit.
But just now, when the store manager appraised Song Weiyi with the eye of a stylist, a nameless rage flared in Pei Yibai's heart.
Her beauty was inescapable, unable to be concealed even by an ordinary dress.
If she dressed up elaborately, she would definitely become the center of attention.
