Zhao Mengmeng was furious when she heard him describe her as "cheap."
Any fondness she'd felt for him vanished without a trace.
What did he mean by cheap? Just because she chose a pole dance, he considered her cheap? Pei Chenyang was nothing but a pig.
Pei Chenyang was taken aback, noticing that Zhao Mengmeng no longer addressed him as 'Uncle Pei' but used his full name instead.
The use of Pei Chenyang's full name instantly widened the gap between them, as if they'd become strangers.
This realization darkened his already displeased mood further.
"Please don't flatter yourself, you're not that important. Whether I'm degrading myself is my business, and it's none of your concern," Zhao Mengmeng spat out, her gaze nearly murderous.
Missy here lived to this age, and he was definitely the only one who dared to speak to her like that.
"You…" Pei Chenyang laughed angrily at her nerve.
So, what he'd seen before was merely her with her claws retracted.
