Pei Yuanchen studied her deeply.
Her eyes were as clear and bright as ever, looking extremely sincere.
"How did you come to that conclusion?" Pei Yuanchen snorted coldly.
"I'm really good at reading people." He Ziyi thought seriously, "The first time I saw you, I knew you must be a good person."
Pei Yuanchen's Adam's apple bobbed, but he said nothing.
He stepped hard on the gas pedal.
...
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the He Family's old residence.
Pei Yuanchen drove extremely fast, speeding along the way. Ziyi was so scared her face turned pale, she couldn't even manage to speak.
It wasn't until the car came to a complete stop that she let out a long breath, as if she had narrowly escaped disaster.
Pei Yuanchen turned his head to glance at her, and the wicked fire in his heart erupted again.
"He Ziyi, I'm not a good person at all," he said hoarsely, "Your ability to read people is way off."
"Why?" Ziyi protested.
