If I were to have dinner at Zhao Family's house tonight, I would definitely run into Zhao Mengmeng. Who knows what might happen then.
Pei Chenyang stroked his chin, picturing Zhao Mengmeng's sharp and witty face, her teeth bared and claws extended as she lunged at him.
Meanwhile, his thoughtful expression did not escape Pei Yibai's watchful eye.
Interesting.
The sound of Pei Yibai closing the medical kit startled Pei Chenyang out of his reverie.
Pei Chenyang put away his phone only to find that Pei Yibai had already finished treating the wound and was leisurely sizing him up.
Immediately, his smile stiffened, and then he returned a forced, skin-deep smile to Pei Yibai.
How long had he been watching from the side?
Did his nephew hear the entire conversation just now?
"You're done? Then I won't keep you." So, you can get lost, that was Pei Chenyang's implied message.
Pei Yibai stood up, not hurrying to leave. Instead, he approached his uncle.
