C787 Chen Xiaoxiao's Hatred

"I know my own woman; she's not like that!" Pei Chenglin stood up and walked straight out of the Pei family living room.

"Chenglin, where are you going? Wanwan will wake up soon," Pei Yirong called after his nephew, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"I said his tongue is mine, so I'm going to get it back myself!" Chenglin turned around