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His eyes were soft, his smile radiant, but his gaze was like a cold blade, bristling with killing intent.
He was not joking.
As Qi Huaying reached the door, her face instantly turned pale.
Back when she had harbored fantasies about Pei Yunmeng, she had looked forward to many occasions of him visiting the mansion. She had not expected their first meeting at the mansion to be under such circumstances.
Such indifference, such sharpness, as if swords were drawn and bows were ready.
She felt sorry for herself.
Pei Yunmeng cast her a glance, one that sent chills down her spine.
Even after he had left, Qi Huaying could not shake off the fear instilled by that glance.
Intense coughing echoed from the hall. Qi Huaying suddenly snapped to attention and rushed into the room. Qi Qing, supporting himself with a handkerchief, was coughing violently. Tears immediately welled up in Qi Huaying's eyes: "Father!"
Qi Qing looked at her and closed his eyes.