"This girl's playing games, but alas, President Pei's so devoted, pushing her to the top despite the pressure. Don't know if she's two-timing without a care or if President Pei's eager for her." The wealthy young man spoke more sarcastically, as if kicking Pei Dongshi a few more times made him feel particularly pleased.
But when he looked toward Pei Dongshi with amusement, he found Pei Dongshi staring back at him, with a slight smirk and laughter in his eyes.
It was a disdainful, condescending chuckle, as if looking at trash.
The wealthy young man's face immediately went stiff.
Pei Dongshi rolled his eyes, bent down, and propped one hand on the back of Nan Jiaojiao's chair, looking down at the little girl who was laughing while scrolling through gossip about herself on her phone.
Through gritted teeth, he whispered, "You little heartless thing, seeing me being attacked, are you really not helping at all?"
"Help!"
