Pei Zhiyao followed behind, with Pei Qingqing leading the way in front.
During this climb upstairs, Pei Qingqing's heart was filled with trepidation.
She was terrified of being exposed by Pei Zhiyao, and even more afraid that her motives would be laid bare.
Yet Pei Zhiyao seemed so busy these days he was overwhelmed, his mind not turning quickly enough to notice anything amiss.
"Are we there?"
Pei Qingqing stopped, and Pei Zhiyao just happened to walk up beside her.
The eager waiter came over and quickly lavished compliments on Pei Qingqing and Pei Zhiyao.
"Miss Pei, the room and dishes are all prepared. Would you like to go in now?"
Pei Qingqing swallowed hard and turned to glance at Pei Zhiyao.
"Yes, let's go in."
Under the guidance of the waiter, the two entered the private room, one after the other.
A splendid sense of oppression hit them.
Meanwhile, Pei Zhiyao, trailing behind, remained calm and collected, showing no sign of abnormal reaction.
