Even though Pei Yu's gaze didn't sweep over that stack of papers, his thoughts constantly lingered on them.
He didn't know whether Shen Wanqing was writing letters to someone.
In the past, he could have cared less.
After all, he didn't believe anyone could surpass his charm.
But now, with Baili Kong in the Capital, it's hard not to care.
Truth be told, he's a narrow-minded man who couldn't stand his woman being involved with someone else.
Especially since this woman has always been dear to his heart, and over the years, instead of erasing her from his mind, her imprint has only grown deeper.
He couldn't help but project this onto Xiang Hui; if she were writing such letters, he might only consider them family letters.
But with Shen Wanqing, it's something he just can't ignore.
Looking at Shen Wanqing, he found her indifferent, not willing to offer any explanation.
Pei Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart.
"Let's go, Wanqing, let's eat."
