At such a high altitude, she looked down and felt her head spinning, terrified of accidentally falling.
Yet Pei Yibai was closing in step by step, causing Song Weiyi's feet to tremble uncontrollably.
"Messing around? Mrs. Pei, in what sense?" Pei Yibai's face still wore that semi-smiling expression, but the growing scent of alcohol made it hard for Song Weiyi to breathe.
"You know exactly what I mean." Song Weiyi felt his teasing and glared at him furiously.
Teasing?
Song Weiyi just thought that Pei Yibai was angry because of the earlier incident, and his display of punishment was merely for the purpose of teasing.
"Pei Yibai, let's not be angry at each other anymore, I apologize for the misunderstanding earlier." Song Weiyi looked at him earnestly, raising her hands in surrender.
This was too good a time to be spent in anger.
"Where are we flying to now? And how did you think to have our wedding in Paris?" Doubts inevitably surfaced on Song Weiyi's face.
