Her expression was one of both anger and rage, and Zhao Mengmeng was not so naive as to miss the implied meaning behind his words.
This damned sleazy bodyguard actually wanted her to apply medicine for him?
"That's exactly what you heard," Pei Chenyang reaffirmed impatiently, his face dark.
One moment he was doused with scalding chicken soup, and the next, he was in the shower, rinsing with cold water.
His recent experience was utterly a case of extreme contrasting sensations.
This woman watched from the side, without having personally experienced it, naturally took it lightly.
He had suffered such a loss for no reason, wasn't he entitled to claim some interest back?
"Or is it that you, miss, are unwilling?" Pei Chenyang asked with a cold, mocking smile.
