"Eh, isn't that President Pei? Why is he drinking alone? A few girls are practically clinging to him, but why is President Pei so indifferent?"
The entrance.
Du Weizhe and a few friends happened to pass by.
Someone with sharp eyes spotted Pei Zhiyao's figure.
This bunch was extremely curious about Pei Zhiyao's business.
Someone tentatively looked through the entrance and just happened to witness Pei Zhiyao's actions.
This made Du Weizhe even more ill-intentioned.
"It seems that there's no one else around Zhiyao."
The man murmured in a low voice, but inside, he harbored his own thoughts.
During the eye contact, Du Weizhe conveniently pulled over a waiter.
He slipped the tablet he was holding into the waiter's pocket.
Then he hinted with his eyes, his stance enigmatic.
"This tablet, put it in President Pei's drink in a while."
The waiter turned pale with shock, nearly crying out loud.
"Ah? Seriously?"
I'm just a waiter after all.
