She had no chance to ask before she saw Pei Yibai striding away.
"Damn, is he being chased by a ghost? What's the hurry?" Behind her, Zhao Mo's cursing voice could be heard.
In her daze, Qu Xiaoxiao saw the back of Pei Yibai as he walked out.
No sooner had she realized it than she rushed forward, opened the door, and followed him.
"Brother Yibai, wait for me," Qu Xiaoxiao gasped, catching up.
Though not completely drunk, Pei Yibai had indeed drunk quite a bit tonight. His face under the lights had shed its usual paleness, now tinged with a dark red.
He hurriedly walked to the elevator and pressed the button.
"What are you following me for? Qu Xiaoxiao, don't overstep!" With Pei Chenyang and the others gone, Pei Yibai's expression immediately turned cold, the iciness reaching the depths of his eyes.
His whole being radiated rejection, pushing people a thousand miles away.
