Mrs. Pei looked directly at Zhao Mengmeng, making sure she understood her intent.
"I don't think we have anything to discuss, esteemed Mrs. Pei, please hurry back," Zhao Mengmeng held back again and again, yet she still couldn't bring herself to be polite.
"How could you..." be so obstinately ignorant? So full of resentment?
Zhao Mengmeng couldn't be bothered, "If Mrs. Pei insists on blocking my way here, then I'll simply have to call the police."
Her father might have the grace for that, but Zhao Mengmeng certainly didn't mind playing the villain.
It didn't matter to her why the Pei Family was here; she was utterly indifferent.
"Zhao Mengmeng, why are you so stubborn? It's true that the Pei Family has wronged you before, but we've made compensation. Didn't you accept the fifty million?"
"Oh, so you want me to give it back to you?" Zhao Mengmeng crossed her arms and asked with leisure.