Pei Zhiyao was unwilling to care, let alone participate in any of the Pei Family gatherings.
Ever since the last feast, Pei Zhiyao had been filled with aversion and resistance towards the Pei Family.
He took a deep breath and was about to refuse, when Father Pei added:
"Qingqing and Zhao Moxuan are back to talk about the engagement, and you, as her brother, must be present."
If it was regarding Pei Qingqing's engagement, Pei Zhiyao probably had to attend.
The man's voice was deep, calm, and composed.
"Understood."
As his words fell, the light swiftly faded from Pei Zhiyao's eyes.
Even the act of packing up his belongings became exceptionally mechanical.
The dinner was set for seven o'clock sharp, and Pei Zhiyao returned home at six.
However, Zhao Moxuan and Pei Qingqing had arrived even earlier, already discussing the engagement details with Father Pei in the living room.
