"Is this... just drunken antics?"
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted.
Yun Ya wasn't drunk. She saw him. Come out, hiding like that—are you that ashamed to be seen?
At this moment, a tall figure walked in, and upon seeing him, the crowd fell silent.
"Yun Ya," Pei Qinghan grasped her arm, his brows slightly furrowed, "You're losing your composure."
Yun Ya shook off his hand, smiling as she stepped back, "He's here. I saw him."
With that, she turned and ran out.
Pei Qinghan clenched his fists and quickly chased after her.
As the two left, the scene became chaotic. What happened to Miss Ji? Just who was the "he" she mentioned? And Pei Qinghan seemed to have an unusual relationship with her.
There were thousands of thoughts in their minds, but no one dared to speak. Mr. Yan's daughter-in-law—gossip about her would be asking for trouble.
The rooftop terrace was wild and blustery.
Yun Ya had just stepped out when the ferocious wind almost knocked her over.
