Jealous, Master Pei: How Do You Want Me to Help You?

Pei Yunge smirked, as if she was sneering.

If it wasn't for the fact that Qin Yu had a good relationship with the Sun family, Pei Yunge would probably have the intention to press his head down on the spot.

Pei Yunge regained her senses and was about to wash her hands when she suddenly saw another figure in the mirror.

The usually casual and lazy person was now leaning against the bathroom door, looking at her indifferently with a cigarette between her fingers.

"Sir, the men's room is opposite."

Pei Yunge simply ignored the other party's fixed gaze.

At the thought that Jin Taixin said that this person would come, she narrowed her eyes unconsciously, wanting to grit her teeth.

"Do you want me to lead the way? Or—"

Pei Yunge raised an eyebrow and slowly took a tissue to wipe her hands. She slowly moved from the man's shiny leather shoes to his belt. "How do you want me to help you?"

The hint was obvious.