Rejected.
Pei Liyan's thin lips curved into a faint arc, as if tinged with a hint of mockery.
"Miss Rui, may I know why?"
Qiao Rui tugged at her lips indifferently, her tone a bit cold, "Mr. Pei, do you have a hundred thousand 'whys'?"
The atmosphere suddenly took on a gunpowder-like flavor.
Pei Liyan was also startled, seemingly not expecting to be talked back to.
He couldn't help but take another look at Qiao Rui.
Qiao Rui met Pei Liyan's gaze squarely, then looking away, she walked toward Song Muyu to sing.
Jiang Jinfeng, who had been silent the whole time, also sweated a little, looking at Qiao Rui unsure of how to break the ice, fearing to mess up Qiao Rui's plans with a wrong word.
Meanwhile, Pei Liyan was put in his place.
He Zheng and Fu Yichen watched his face change colors, and they too didn't dare to even breathe too loudly.
Jiang Jinfeng, afraid of the awkward silence, spoke up, "President Pei, President He, President Fu, I toast the three of you."