Rong Jing'an was rendered speechless by this question, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at Pei Yibai, his old face turning beet red.
Pei Yibai, still apparently harboring a grudge about this matter, no wonder he brought it up deliberately.
"That is..."
"I know, it's all for Song Weiyi's good, right? After all, besides being a bit old, having a bad temper, and having had one wife die and another go mad, Sheng Zhenguo has no other faults." Pei Yibai nodded lightly, yet his words made Rong Jing'an utterly lose face.
Such obvious sarcasm, anyone could hear it, let alone Rong Jing'an who had been through the wringer for decades.
Rong Jing'an's face, already red with tension, grew even more fearful after hearing Pei Yibai's words.
Pei Yibai was hinting at him, wasn't he?
Hinting that he remembered everything Rong Jing'an had done before?
This time, he had provoked someone he shouldn't have, Rong Jing'an thought frantically and dazedly.
