After hanging up Elder Lin's call, Qiao Rui looked at Pei Liyan, who had been staring at her, and blinked her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think I'm charming?"
Pei Liyan gave a doting smile and said, "Very charming, even more so if you hadn't asked that question."
Qiao Rui burst into laughter. "Then I'd better not be more charming, lest you fall for me and can't extricate yourself, losing your identity—that would be my fault."
Pei Liyan couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time; this girl was so sharp-tongued, ordinary people couldn't match her.
"Elder Lin is panicking," Pei Liyan thought about the phone call earlier and became serious. "If we're going to do this, let's make it big."
"Yes, since we've already offended them, there's no need to hold back now. That would make us seem afraid," Qiao Rui replied with a smile. "I used to believe in forgiving when possible, but some people just risk everything for money."