In the car.
Pei Ya said somewhat angrily, "Boss, you tricked me. I saw it; you gave the gift to Li Hanzhou."
Qiao Yun innocently retorted, "Did I say it wasn't for him?"
"..." Actually, she hadn't.
"Anyway, you can be friends with him, but I won't agree to anything more."
If he hadn't been driving, Pei Ya would probably have jumped out of his skin.
Qiao Yun: ?
Fearing that Qiao Yun didn't understand, Pei Ya vaguely explained, "He's not a good person."
Qiao Yun disagreed, "He's been very good to me."
Pei Ya's face turned red, "He's good to you with a motive."
"What motive?"
Of course, Pei Ya wouldn't say that he was trying to pry open the love-struck brains of Professor Qiao.
He wasn't stupid.
In fact, Li Hanzhou came from a good family and, although ruthless in business, he was noble in his personal life, certainly deserving of Qiao Yun.
Pei Ya himself hadn't realized how he looked at Li Hanzhou.