"What are you talking about?" Zhao Gao stretched his handsome face.
A man in his forties, really the typical handsome uncle, even when his face was tense, he didn't look very intimidating.
Zhao Mengmeng has never been afraid of her father since she was young.
"I'm just telling the truth, it's not my fault, I didn't do anything." Zhao Mengmeng spread her hands, thinking that if they started fighting later, she would have to be ruthless and save neither of them.
This difficult decision can be left to her dear mommy to make.
"Don't act so adept at washing your hands of the matter, how often do you corner me in front of Pei Chenyang?"
No sooner had Zhao Gao finished speaking than he believed his own words.
He didn't like Pei Chenyang, so why would Pei Chenyang like him exceptionally?
Impossible, that's for sure!
