"Yibai, I don't understand." Lin Miaoyu forced a smile, but inside, her mind was in complete disarray.
Damn it. This time she had shot herself in the foot by being too impatient, indeed haste does not bring success.
"I only hope that Miss Lin does not forget her place, that's all. I will not interfere with my uncle's affairs and Zhao Mengmeng's matters, but that does not mean I am unaware of the truth."
Pei Yibai sneered.
After all, Lin Miaoyu's thoughts and schemes were not shallow, as could be seen from her acting skills.
And Zhao Mengmeng, with a temperament so similar to Song Weiyi's, disdained underhanded methods.
He chose not to intervene in Zhao Mengmeng's affair because the wedding announcement from the Pei Family had already been made, and Lin Miaoyu was his uncle's own choice.
But when it came to Song Weiyi, that was a different matter altogether.
"Yibai, you..."
