In the evening at Huating, Shen Zhiyi thought about this matter while applying a facial mask, hesitating about how to bring it up to Pei Yu.
The smell of agarwood in the living room was a bit strong because the butler had briefly lingered there with clothes that had been perfumed; now her clothes were also scented several times, but the fragrance was slightly masked by the scent of her skincare products.
Pei Yu was conducting an online meeting, and for some reason, he didn't go to the study. Shen Zhiyi watched her script quietly, occasionally stealing glances at him, searching for the right moment to speak.
The butler even walked softly, bringing over a fruit plate and asking Shen Zhiyi if she needed anything else.
She shook her head, her voice as light as a whisper, "No."
Stealing another glance at Pei Yu.
Assured that she was no longer needed here, the butler tiptoed back to his room, and finally, Pei Yu took off his headset and looked over at her.
