"Mr. Pei, what brings you here, knocking at my door so late at night?" When Qiao Rui saw he wasn't speaking and was unabashedly sizing her up, she couldn't help but get a bit angry, and her tone sank.
Pei Liyan came back to his senses, smiled indifferently, and said, "Nothing much, just wanted to ask if Miss Rui has any plans for tomorrow?"
Qiao Rui's expression remained calm, "Mr. Pei, my plans have nothing to do with you, it seems."
It was rumored in Qingcheng that Pei Liyan was unwelcoming to strangers, especially women, who couldn't get close to him.
Now that Qiao Rui, with her three identities, was proactively approached by him, she couldn't help but suspect he wasn't the chaste man the rumors made him out to be.
In fact, Qiao Rui thought that this man was simply a lecher.
Feeling the girl's discourtesy, Pei Liyan met her bright eyes. His dark eyes were devoid of emotion, icy and detached, but they conveyed an impatience.
Pei Liyan's eyes half-closed, already displeased.