Pei Yu had just returned to the country, and the long journey had added a few traces of fatigue to his eyes and brows. Still, he did not decline this social engagement, albeit with a detached attitude, seemingly reluctant to speak.
His skin was pale, exuding an aristocratic air bred of high nurture. A frown or light cough from him and others dared not speak more, simply ushering him to his seat.
The sponsor of the art exhibition also bore the surname Pei, respectfully called "Old Pei" by others. Officially, he was Pei Yu's uncle, though their blood relation was distant. He dared not capitalize on this connection—how many of Pei's direct relatives had ended up with a good fate?
Yet, Pei Yu still gave him some respect, "Uncle, no need for formalities, my apologies for arriving late."
