Pei Ya cursed under his breath, "Psychopath," then retorted unceremoniously, "You think you're qualified to say you love her? If you really loved her, you wouldn't be messing around with so many women."
The usual spring-like warmth in his peach-blossom eyes suddenly turned icy cold.
"I don't know what game you're playing at, nor am I interested, but you better remember this—whatever schemes you're plotting, you'd best be prepared to pay the price!"
When Pei Ya got serious, he could be quite terrifying.
Adding to that, even though he was from China, his height was in no way inferior to Nolan's six-foot-plus frame.
The sheer oppressive aura he exuded was enough to make Nolan, already guilty at heart, feel an abrupt wave of unease.
But since the words were already out, he had no choice but to continue the act.
Nolan averted his gaze from Pei Ya and shifted it to Han Wang, his face pale as he pleaded, "Listen to me, there's a reason for all this—"
"Heh."
