It wasn't until she entered the kitchen that Fu Xiuyan came back to his senses from his daze, meeting Pei Yibai's seemingly amused gaze.
Fu Xiuyan took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.
From the conversation they just had, he realized that everything he thought before was wrong.
He had misunderstood.
It turned out that this spotlessly cleaned home wasn't the work of Pei Yibai.
It was Song Weiyi's.
Fu Xiuyan still couldn't believe that Song Weiyi was capable of doing all these things.
In his memory, Song Weiyi, although not as hysterical as Fu Qishan, had always had a low presence in the Fu Family.
Yet because of her sensitive identity, they couldn't completely ignore her either.
But she was indeed a pampered lady who wouldn't even touch spring water with her ten fingers; Fu Zining had never mistreated her in that regard.
"Sit down, what would you like to drink?" Pei Yibai asked.
"No need, thanks."
