"Sis, that's settled then, I'm not hungry. I'm gonna go take a shower; you and big brother take your time eating." The little guy, receiving a different kind of treatment and sporting a new facial expression, just walked away.
In the dining room, Song Weiyi sat obediently in her chair, facing a man whose expression was far from pleased.
The silence lasted for thirty seconds before he finally broke it with a cold voice.
"What are you spacing out for? The porridge is getting cold," he said in a stiff tone, making it clear his mood wasn't wonderful.
Song Weiyi sneaked a glance at his expression and asked in a soft voice, "You're not mad at me anymore?"
Pei Yibai twitched the corner of his mouth. When had he ever been angry with her?
At that moment, all he felt for her was heartache and pity.
The moment she had spoken up, the moment she had silently worked hard behind his back and resisted her family, he had made up his mind about her.
