Pei Liyan held his phone, looking down at these photographs, when he suddenly felt that it was too coincidental.
These were taken in a car, clearly proposed on the spur of the moment.
But it was Ruirui's suggestion.
Ruirui had made these suggestions, and also made some bold moves on him in the car.
Could it all have been calculated?
How could these photos be so clear?
Ruirui!
It must have been her who arranged for someone to take them.
"Who sent you these photos?" Pei Liyan was not panicked or ashamed; instead, he was very composed.
"Mr. Pei, is that the point?" Qiao Rui looked at him.
Lu Heming was also there, watching the conversation between these two people suddenly take this turn and feeling a bit worried.
Pei Liyan frowned deeply. "I'll ask you again, who sent you these photos?"
"Ha!" Qiao Rui laughed coldly: "What, flying into a rage from embarrassment?"
Pei Liyan stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.