Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, detecting a hint of the privileged housewife's bitterness in Zhan Qipei's words.
But that term really shouldn't apply to Zhan Qipei.
That scoundrel's tone almost made her believe she was a woman who had created chaos at the beginning and abandoned everything at the end.
With her eyes closed, Qiao Jing explained,
"No, your sister just sent me a message, inviting me to have breakfast at Zhouhuan Restaurant tomorrow."
Zhan Qipei uttered an "Oh," the disappointment evident in his voice.
Qiao Jing waited a bit longer but still didn't hear any signs of the man beside her leaving.
When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Zhan Qipei very close to her, almost as if he were about to climb into bed with her.
And the nerve of this bastard, not showing any embarrassment at all!
Just parading around her room bare-chested!!
Zhan Qipei showed no signs of leaving. Just when she was about to push herself up from the bed, he made a move.