Pei Yibai looked at her coldly, the iciness in his eyes not scaring Qu Xiaoxiao away at this moment.
"Staring at me like this? Do you, perhaps, hate me to your very core?" Qu Xiaoxiao was unperturbed, slowly sitting down in front of Pei Yibai.
With her hands propping up her cheeks, her pale face made Qu Xiaoxiao seem like a ghostly apparition.
"What do you want?"
Pei Yibai had heard every single word Qu Xiaoxiao said to Song Weiyi without missing a beat.
This was the last thing Pei Yibai wanted to witness.
Song Weiyi knew about it, and moreover, according to Qu Xiaoxiao's words, she seemed to be hating fiercely enough to come over alone and unarmed.
In the room, there was only Qu Xiaoxiao.
But outside, no one knew how many people Qu Xiaoxiao had arranged to secretly keep watch over Song Weiyi.
Pei Yibai feared that she would fall into Qu Xiaoxiao's trap, becoming a victim of her scheming—this was what he least wanted to see.
