Zhao Mengmeng didn't bother to conceal the truth or to lie; she bluntly spoke the brutal reality to Lin Miaoyu.
Throughout this process, she was secretly measuring Pei Chenyang's expression with the corner of her eye.
Indeed, as soon as these words slipped out of her mouth, the anger and disgust that had been brewing in the depths of his eyes came surging towards her.
"Zhao Mengmeng, hold back on your words, I won't treat you as mute," Pei Chenyang inhaled sharply, his voice icy and piercing.
"What? Do you find my words unpleasant? But this is the truth. I am merely responding to your girlfriend's question according to her wishes. If you dislike it, then you shouldn't have asked."
Zhao Mengmeng lifted her chin disdainfully and cast a mocking glance at Lin Miaoyu.
In the past, she had never found this woman distasteful; at least, her pitiful demeanor deeply captivated Pei Chenyang's heart.
