Pei Yibai slightly furrowed his brows, having not calculated Song Weiyi's force when she pounced. His chin ached sharply from her knocking into it.
This woman, she just froze like that, without a single reaction. Has she gone stupid?
He wondered if his chin was swollen.
But in front of so many people, he wasn't willing to make a fool of himself.
He spoke up to bring Song Weiyi back to her senses.
"How long do you plan to stay sprawled out like this?" Pei Yibai asked.
Song Weiyi snapped back to reality and immediately stood up with brisk steps, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment.
This time she swore, she saw Pei Yibai deliberately trip her with his leg—and he did it on purpose.
Yet, under the gaze of so many, she had to clench her teeth and thank him, word by word.
"I'm sorry, President Pei. It wasn't intentional just now, I slipped..."
How pale that explanation was.
At first, she slipped and fell into Pei Yibai's arms.
Now she slipped and kissed Pei Yibai's chin.
