"This is just my comeuppance, I deserve it," Song Xun forced another bitter smile.
"Don't rush to conclusions," Pei Liyan spoke, "We still haven't fully investigated this matter."
Qiao Rui, seeing him making that long phone call, didn't need to guess to know it was Song Xun who had called.
Pei Liyan had stepped outside to take the call, even without wearing any clothes. Qiao Rui didn't want to care but found it somewhat irritating.
Especially now, with the door open, she could see his silhouette outside, broad shoulders and narrow hips, without an ounce of excess fat.
After a few glances, fearful of getting sty in her eye, Qiao Rui quickly put on a nightgown, got a bathrobe for Pei Liyan, and silently walked behind him, draping it over his shoulders.
And her face, for some inexplicable reason, flushed once again.
Feeling the warmth on his body, Pei Liyan was taken aback and turned to look at Qiao Rui.