Hearing his affirmative answer, Song Weiyi was so thrilled, she quickly pecked Pei Yibai's cheek with a kiss.
Afterwards, not even waiting for Pei Yibai's reaction, she cheerfully grabbed her clothes and dashed into the bathroom, as if fearing he might change his mind.
Pei Yibai touched his right cheek, a mixture of laughter and helplessness on his face.
Song Weiyi changed into her clothes at top speed and came out, when she remembered she hadn't yet replied to Fu Qishan, so she picked up her tablet again.
"Sister, I got it, I'll be back this weekend."
"Right, dress decently because the guests coming are all either rich or prestigious, you can't look too shabby. Did you prepare a gift for dad?"
A gift?
Song Weiyi recently had no time to prepare a gift for Rong Jing'an, did she?
If this had been before, she would have taken it seriously, but now, Song Weiyi didn't have that earnest desire.
