Regret?
Jiang Ye chuckled and tucked his phone into his pocket, then grabbed a dry towel from nearby to start rubbing his hair dry.
In this world, there were very few people and things that could make the Young Master of the Jiang Family regret anything.
But, after a period of absence, when had Pei San become so extravagant?
At this very moment, of course, he had no idea that he would soon be slapping his own face.
He wiped his hair haphazardly with the dry towel, making sure it at least wouldn't drip.
"Captain Jiang, playing cards? Losers stick a note on their face."
"No thanks."
"Alright then, we'll go have fun."
"Sure!"
Jiang Ye was holding a yellow basin in his hand, filled with clean clothes and toiletries.
Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated again.
He stopped and took out his phone.
It was a photo from Pei San, followed by a special message:
"Are you sure you're not coming?"
A string of smirking emojis.
