Song Weiyi did not understand his leap in logic. What was he saying was decided?
It was only him talking; she didn't understand!
"Let's go," Pei Yibai's face was once again graced with a smile as if his scowl from moments before had never happened.
Song Weiyi touched her chest and thought to herself that the mind of a prospective father was hard to guess, changing even faster than her, a prospective mother.
Then, she was carefully supported by Pei Yibai around the waist, treated as delicately as a porcelain doll, as if she might break at any touch.
Song Weiyi "..."
What was this again?
Upon exiting the elevator, they walked together, and suddenly a group of people rushed into the lobby of the first floor.
As the men were all dressed in black like bodyguards, Song Weiyi instinctively hid beside Pei Yibai.
He steadied her body and narrowed his eyes. Slowly, the crowd dispersed.
Finally, they caught sight of Sheng Zhenguo behind those men.
