Pei Jinyi's dark eyes flashed with a hint of guilt. This woman might well be a thousand-year-old spirit.
She could see right through people's thoughts at a glance!
"Who deliberately let you find out? He never said this couldn't be disclosed to you anyway. Besides, what's the big deal? A beating's a beating. It's not like it's the first time, and I can handle it just fine."
Han Mo had indeed warned them not to let the word slip about him making breakfast for Qiao Ran.
But watching Han Mo prepare such a lavish breakfast for Qiao Ran last night—especially while injured—and then seeing Qiao Ran treat it as some casual favor to pass on to others,
Pei Jinyi felt deeply pained by Han Mo's humble love.
Such a brilliant man, reduced to chasing after a woman like he was dust under her feet because of a mistake he once made—his heart ached for him.
Even if it meant getting beaten up by Han Mo, he had to speak up.