The sound of footsteps approached when the man was still sprawled on the sofa, feigning drunkenness, unaware of who had entered. The next second, his collar was grabbed and yanked up; the force was so great he couldn't react in time, dragged half a meter across the floor like a dead fish before he realized the danger and hurriedly opened his eyes, his complexion instantly turning deathly pale, "Pei, Pei Yu——"
He didn't know why this man had come, and because of his guilty conscience, he couldn't even force a smile right away.
Pei Yu sat on the coffee table, bending and stretching his long legs, the tip of his shoe just under the man's eyes. He raised an eyebrow and curled his lips into a smile, casual in his posture, and asked in a very offhand manner, "Got a cigarette?"
Uncertain of his intentions, the man knelt on the ground, not daring to stand up, and rapidly searched his pockets to pass a cigarette and hurriedly lit it for him.
