Smacking her lips, the likelihood of that seems slim, doesn't it? Isn't that a plotline from a TV show? How could someone actually use something like that to deceive others?
"Unbelievable, right? Yet it's all true, just a lie from Pei Yibai." Song Weiyi clenched a tissue, her ruddy face turning pale.
"Don't get so worked up, could it be that he has some difficulties?"
As the saying goes, it's better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage—Zhao Mengmeng still understood this much common sense.
"Difficulties? I doubt it." Song Weiyi shook her head; she really couldn't see any sign of hardship from Pei Yibai.
"So you're saying that Pei Yibai is an ambitious young man, handsome, talented, and somewhat wealthy?"
When did the Pei Yibai in Mengmeng's mouth suddenly climb several ranks?
Song Weiyi looked at her friend skeptically, only to see the gossip-hungry gleam flickering on Zhao Mengmeng's face.
