Smart people wouldn't humiliate themselves at a time like this. Pei Ya decided to redeem himself in his area of expertise.
He winked at Han Wang in an over-the-top flirtatious manner and said mysteriously, "Just wait. I can make you even happier."
Han Wang: "..."
She actually found Pei Ya's smug little expression somewhat… cute?!
Was she crazy?
Or had she gone blind?
In her lifetime, she was actually finding Pei Ya cute?
Crazy.
—Definitely crazy!
Pei Ya wasn't aware of Han Wang's complicated internal monologue. At this moment, he pulled out his phone and directly dialed a stranger's number, one he hadn't saved with a name.
Han Wang glanced at the number, her gaze flickered slightly, and her expression grew hard to describe.
Because the number Pei Ya was dialing belonged to Andrew.
She couldn't tell when he'd gotten this number, and now he was calling it… for what?
Surely not to make threats?
But Pei Ya was a grown man; he wouldn't be that childish, right?
