Huating.
The butler, hearing a sound, came out to greet them and saw Pei Yu's silhouette, hazy in the night. He had his head slightly bowed, his expression cold. As he walked into the brightly lit courtyard, a pale red flush on the side of his neck became visible – likely the result of drinking quite a bit at the dinner.
After the guests had gone in, she quietly inquired of Secretary Qin, "Did he drink a lot?"
Secretary Qin nodded.
Pei Yu had a good tolerance for alcohol and rarely got drunk, but he felt that it might have been better to get truly, completely drunk.
The butler couldn't help but be nosy, "Did you encounter Miss Shen?"
The place of fame and fortune was where they were most likely to intersect, and although it wasn't certain they would meet, the butler still asked.
Secretary Qin still nodded, "We did, but we didn't talk."
The whole time, they acted like strangers.
The butler sighed helplessly.
