Pei Chenyang had not witnessed Song Weiyi's capabilities for the first time; on a previous occasion, he had simply watched as Song Weiyi knocked Pei Yibai unconscious.
But he had never imagined that Song Weiyi was not to be underestimated.
Song Weiyi did not answer He Chengzhi's question either. Why would she go around boasting to everyone about her exceptional skills?
Lest others think Pei Yibai had married a shrew—wouldn't that rumor be unpleasant?
"Uncle, what's your answer?" The silence of Pei Chenyang made Song Weiyi start to urge him.
She hadn't gone to such lengths to witness Pei Chenyang's silence.
"Snap"—Pei Chenyang pulled out something from his pocket with a cold expression.
There was a sharp clink on the coffee table, and looking down in the direction of the sound, Song Weiyi realized it was a black handgun.
"This..." She was astonished as she looked at Pei Chenyang.
