So Pei Yiting guessed it, isn't it because of this reason?
"Uncle is indeed sharp, nothing can be hidden from you." Pei Yiting didn't show any embarrassment, instead, he seemed rather casual.
"You're getting a bit bold, daring to make fun of your uncle now? Speak up, what do you want?" Cheng Xiaodong's eyes darkened as he pressed Pei Yiting for answers.
If it were someone else investigating him, it definitely wouldn't be raised up so high only to be let down gently.
But the person in question is Pei Yiting, his own nephew, which is naturally another matter altogether.
At this moment, the secretary knocked on the door with two cups of hot tea, temporarily breaking the standoff between them.
"President Pei, your tea."
After the secretary left, the office returned to its previous atmosphere, and Pei Yiting chuckled lightly, "Didn't you already guess, Uncle? I'm just curious about your relationship with Aunt Xiaoyue."
