At Song Weiyi's defiant tone and disinterested actions, Pei Yibai responded with a faint smile.
"I can spare a bit of sleep."
"But..."
"Shh, let's go give Sheng Zhenguo a grand gift."
Upon hearing this, Song Weiyi was even less pleased.
Attending Sheng Zhenguo's wedding was already enough of a struggle, and now to give him a gift? It was simply a great loss.
"Let's go."
Before the wedding starts, it's best to deliver this grand gift to Sheng Zhenguo.
Sheng Zhenguo was mingling with guests, but as Pei Yibai and Song Weiyi approached, he became increasingly tense.
Especially when he saw Pei Yibai, he was reminded of his own hand.
At this moment, his gaze towards Pei Yibai was no longer as indifferent as before.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Sheng," Pei Yibai's voice arrived before he did.
And his cheerful demeanor hinted at an eerie atmosphere.
Sheng Zhenguo's face immediately darkened, suppressing the urge to completely fall out with Pei Yibai.
