Chapter 28 His Curfew

• “Young Master,” her soft tone was laced with a hint of fear, and a hint of timidity. The three men arched their brows as they looked at Shen Yirou’s pitiful appearance.
• “Thank you,” Pei Shaoyu didn’t say much. He was enjoying the stimulation brought upon by the alcohol as he finished it in one gulp. He looked alluring under the dim lights.
• “Shaoyu, do you have a curfew?” Lei Jiandi asked jokingly as he hooked his arm around the woman beside him, looking unruly. His gaze was fixed on Shen Yirou as she refilled Pei Shaoyu’s empty glass.