As Pei Chengde spoke, Zhao Mengmeng's complexion suddenly changed.
"Mr. Pei, what nonsensical things are you saying?" Zhao Mengmeng almost slammed the table and rose, almost tearing Pei Chengde apart with her gaze.
She naturally knew that Pei Chengde had come with ill intentions, but she hadn't expected him to be so blunt.
"The Pei Family doesn't allow women other than the legitimate wife to bear the Pei Family's children," Pei Chengde said indifferently, looking at Zhao Mengmeng. His tone, which brooked no interference, made his stance clear to her.
"What a joke, what does your Pei Family have to do with me? Are you sure you haven't come to the wrong place?"
Zhao Mengmeng held her own with a steady gaze, not intimidated by his harsh words in the least.
The entire Pei Family, indeed, not a single one was easy to deal with.
As the helmsman of the accompanying dowry, how could Pei Chengde be an ordinary person?
