Pei Chenyang drove while observing Song Weiyi's expression.
He felt somewhat uneasy.
He knew very well that, although he was Song Weiyi's uncle in name, it wasn't necessarily himself she would really help.
As expected, Song Weiyi immediately shook her head, afraid to agree.
"Uncle, I can't make decisions on this matter!" This wasn't just reluctance to agree, it was a clear refusal.
Having heard his words just now and opening Zhao Mengmeng's window probably made her hate him to death already, preparing to settle the score with him, let alone now.
"You don't need to make decisions, just occasionally, pass on a message for me," Pei Chenyang's tone softened, carrying a faint plea.
This feeling was indeed strange.
"Now, Zhao Mengmeng is unwilling to see me, and so are her parents. And with security bars installed at her place, I want to do something but can't get close to her."
