Song Weiyi nodded groggily, "So now, can you finally stop being mad?"
"If you dance for me in that pajama, I won't be mad anymore."
Hearing this, Song Weiyi glared at him, making a clawing motion, "In your dreams."
"Really not considering it?"
"No way, impossible." If it weren't for Mengmeng's bad influence, she would never have even thought of pulling out that outrageously indecent pajama from the bottom of her closet.
If Zhao Mengmeng heard her say this, she'd definitely charge at Song Weiyi and fight her tooth and nail.
"I see, originally, if you were willing, you could continue to work at Woss tomorrow." Pei Yibai stroked his chin, a fleeting look of regret passing over his handsome face.
Song Weiyi's eyes immediately lit up.
Working at Woss—meant that she could see him during the day and also at night, and they would have more in common to talk about.
