Zhao Mengmeng looked up, and their eyes slowly met.
Pei Chenyang was still dripping wet, his face deathly pale.
"What are you doing here?" Pei Chenyang's voice was hoarse as he spoke.
At that moment, he was both shocked and delighted. Could it be that Zhao Mengmeng was worried about him and had come up to check on him?
Even though he knew the likelihood was small, Pei Chenyang couldn't help but hope.
Zhao Mengmeng rolled her eyes and with a "snap," closed the magazine and stood up.
"You're overthinking it. Thanks to your good butler, I was forced to come up here." Mentioning Li Liannian just irritated her.
"Li Liannian?" Pei Chenyang frowned. What had he done this time?
"Whatever he's done, go ask him yourself. I'm leaving." Zhao Mengmeng couldn't be bothered to explain. Let them, master and servant, have their standoff; she didn't have the energy to get involved.
But just as she got up, Pei Chenyang stopped her.