Upon hearing Zhan Qipei's words, Wu Xirui curved his lips upward, slowly sitting up from the sofa without feeling the slightest impact from the intimidating aura exuding from the other person.
He lifted a hand to playfully toss the strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes upwards, fully revealing his charming, peach blossom eyes as he watched the two people before him with a smiling gaze.
"Zhan Qipei, the matter between us isn't so simple. Qiao Jing merely pressed a few acupoints for me, and you accuse me of faking illness? Do I look like I have nothing better to do? If it weren't for Qiao Jing's massage and treatment just now, I probably wouldn't have been able to get up."
He knew that Zhan Qipei had seen through him, but he couldn't let Qiao Jing know he was deceiving her; otherwise, the distance between him and her would grow even further.
As for what Zhan Qipei said...
Hah!
He wasn't going to let this situation resolve so easily.
