Fu Yun's face turned as pale as a sheet of paper the moment she saw Pei Ya's Weibo post.
The shock was so overwhelming that it made her dizzy, her head throbbed with a dull pain, and she even began to see double when she looked at Pei Ya.
"Now you understand why I listen to her?"
Pei Ya chuckled maliciously, "Is there a problem with obeying my boss?"
The truth was laid bare before her, yet Fu Yun still tried to resist it, trembling as she asked, "Jiujiu, you're lying to me, aren't you?"
She couldn't bring herself to accept this reality—admitting it would make all her past thoughts and actions seem laughable.
How could Qiao Yun possibly be the boss of Shengqiao?
Pei Ya's lips curled into a sneer, his tone contemptuous as he replied, "Tsk, you're really good at deluding yourself."
He leaned closer to Fu Yun, his gaze filled with loathing.
