Mu Tianye closed the door behind him and his gaze fell on Ning Xiaofei's pinned-up long hair and the delicate, fair nape of her neck visible between the collar of her clothing. Extending his hand, he gently stroked her skin.
"You don't get along with Pei Ruoxi, do you?"
Standing up straight, Ning Xiaofei looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"How do you know that?"
From her answer, the man had already guessed the outcome.
It seemed that the previous bet was not just some publicity stunt.
Mu Tianye couldn't be bothered to explain to her these untechnical issues, "Besides her, who else would possibly target you?"
Ning Xiaofei shook her head.
"So that means..." She took off his suit, Mu Tianye's eyes filled with a coldness, "the biggest possibility is her!"
"But, that still doesn't make sense!" Ning Xiaofei frowned, "How could she know that I have Xicheng's documents?"
