Qiao Rui stared blankly at Pei Liyan, astonishment and confusion evident in her eyes.
This man actually accused her of seducing him.
She immediately stood up, struggling to break free from Pei Liyan's hold.
But the man gripped her waist tightly, not letting go, his hand firm,
which caused Qiao Rui's small face to turn bright red, her bright eyes blazing with fury.
She didn't want Fang Mo in the front seat to hear, so she gritted her teeth and whispered lowly, "Fancy seducing you?"
Pei Liyan raised his eyebrows, also whispering, "We've already done it, yet you won't admit it?"
"Mr. Pei's hand isn't letting go, and now you're twisting the facts, claiming an accident was intentional. I'm perplexed, do you have an illness?" Qiao Rui was not polite.
"You think so? Fine," Pei Liyan said again.
Trapped by him, Qiao Rui saw his handsome, three-dimensional face adorned with a gold rim by the sunset, speaking ambiguous words with serious allure, filled with high-class sexiness.