Zhao Mengmeng grew more and more fervent as she spoke.
Full of rage, seeing Pei Chenyang's annoyance, and considering the possibilities under this assumption, she suddenly felt much more relaxed.
A sudden sharp pain in her wrist, Pei Chenyang, with a dark face, gripped Zhao Mengmeng's slender wrist tightly.
"Zhao Mengmeng, by doing this, you're courting destruction," he said.
"Is that a threat? But you probably don't know, Pei Chenyang, that what I, Zhao Mengmeng, dislike the most is being threatened. Of course, by acting this way, I suppose your elder brother and sister-in-law, as well as other members of the Pei Family, would hate me to death."
She shrugged her shoulders, her tone casual but laced with a hint of chill.
"However, if your elder brother and the others learn about your girlfriend's disability, you know what will happen..."
"Zhao Mengmeng!"
