Hearing those two words, Pei Yibai's tone was so affectionate. Yet, that term had become the most repulsive word to Song Weiyi now.
Calling her wife in front of his mistress, Pei Yibai, don't you feel ashamed or embarrassed?
That's right, he has always been stone-faced; as long as he frowns slightly, others can't glimpse his real emotions. And what about her?
"How come you are here?" Pei Yibai furrowed his brows.
Song Weiyi, as if unmoved, walked over slowly in her eight-centimeter heels.
That woman was right next to Pei Yibai.
In the photos, she saw mostly a woman who had half of her face covered with sunglasses.
Now, Song Weiyi really wanted to see how beautiful this mistress was to have so easily seduced Pei Yibai.
"What's the matter, Weiyi?" Noticing there was someone else, Pei Yibai changed his address for her.
However, this "Weiyi" sounded a bit awkward.
Song Weiyi gave a faint smile, and Pei Yibai reached out, trying to grasp her wrist.
