At the same time, Song Weiyi also noticed the figure of Qu Xiaoxiao and stopped her steps.
Across several meters of distance, her piercing gaze clashed with Qu Xiaoxiao's.
It never crossed Song Weiyi's mind that she would see Qu Xiaoxiao at the Pei Family's home.
This woman actually had the nerve to come to the Qu Family?
Looking again at Qu Xiaoxiao's face, there were no longer any signs of the slap.
Song Weiyi looked down at her hand, wondering whether her own strength had lessened, as the marks from the two slaps had disappeared in just two days, or if Qu Xiaoxiao's concealment work was done too well?
"Brother Yibai…" Qu Xiaoxiao forgot the question she wanted to ask, her gaze fixated on their linked wrists.
So blinding, so open and rightful, taken for granted.
Song Weiyi certainly noticed Qu Xiaoxiao's almost cannibalistic gaze and responded with a mocking curl of her lip.
How laughable, a mistress acting so self-important, hostile towards her?
