The man stood tall, his demeanor gentle, like a spring breeze comforting the heart.
As he stepped into the living room and saw the woman leisurely sipping tea, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He turned around, intending to leave, as if he didn't want to stay a moment longer in this place.
"Does Mr. Pei really not want to see me?" Dongfang Yi set down her teacup, speaking with a half-smile.
The man paused slightly.
"But there is someone I'm afraid Mr. Pei is eager to see," Dongfang Yi said with a light sarcasm, gazing at the tall figure, her eyes flickering quickly with a glint.
Pei Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then turned around, his eyes seemingly on her, yet not, indifferent and without a trace, as if no one or anything could stir even the slightest ripple in his eyes.
That gaze, so void and tinged with a slight chill, made Dongfang Yi's heart tighten sharply.
