Song Weiyi's sudden appearance was like a savior, alleviating the anger and awkwardness between Zhao Mengmeng and Pei Chenyang.
Dragging Song Weiyi's hand to leave, Zhao Mengmeng sneered as she walked, "We were arguing, about to start fighting, but I'm no match for them. Rather than being beaten up by uncle Pei, a grown man, let's get out of here first."
She also didn't want to be upset by that vixen; otherwise, her great image would be ruined by them.
Behind them, watching their retreating figures hurry away, Pei Chenyang felt a fire in his chest.
"Zhao Mengmeng, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever lay a hand on you?"
Yet Zhao Mengmeng didn't even pause her steps upon hearing this.
Being dragged out, Song Weiyi could only apologize and wave her hand towards Pei Chenyang.
She also didn't know what was going on between Mengmeng and uncle. They even came to blows.
After leaving the mall, Zhao Mengmeng drove Xiao Xue and the others back to their dormitory.
