Pei Liyan gazed at Qiao Rui, who finally couldn't stand it any longer and was about to speak up for the Qiao Family.
With an expressionless yet handsome face, Pei Liyan calmly looked at Qiao Rui. "What do you want to say?"
Qiao Rui really wanted to muster the courage to talk about the investment, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't say them.
She changed the topic and said, "If I go to Liancheng, do I need to wear a dress to attend your friend's engagement party?"
Pei Liyan was taken aback, squinted, and looked at Qiao Rui, meeting her big, clear eyes.
It was quiet as if for a century, then he curled his lips mockingly and said, "Of course."
Qiao Rui stared at his angular face, the quiet depths of the man's eyes, and the faint mockery at the corner of his lips, understanding that he knew what she wanted to say.
But his cleverness lay in his pretending not to know.
Qiao Rui tugged at her lips. "Then how many dresses should I prepare?"