Song Weiyi's voice, full of innocence, convinced Pei Chenyang that his cunning nephew was definitely playing dead.
Good, this kid, it was fine that he had schemed against him so many times before, but now he'd dug a huge hole for him.
"Uncle, if there's anything, I'll have him call you back after we return, so let's leave it at that for now,"
With a "clack", Song Weiyi ended the call cleanly and decisively.
Next to him, the man who was driving seriously had a faint smile on his lips.
"Well done," he turned his head, looking at Song Weiyi with approval.
Yibai didn't deny that his father's anger this time was no joke.
However, laying his cards on the table with his uncle turned out to be more severe than he had imagined.
So when Song Weiyi saw Pei Chenyang's call and told him it was from his uncle, Yibai guessed what Chenyang might say.
