Yan Song just felt dazzled, a surge of anger rushing in his chest.
This man is none other than Pei Qinghan, who harbors "improper thoughts" about Yun Ya, which is the very reason that infuriates Yan Song the most.
"Yun Ya, do we have guests?" The angrier he feels inside, the calmer his exterior remains, Yan Song walks over with a smile.
Yun Ya sees the man walking toward her and smiles so much that her eyes become slits.
Pei Qinghan tightened his grip on the chopsticks slightly, discreetly averting his gaze.
Standing up, he politely extends his hand toward the man: "Young Master Yan, nice to see you again."
Yan Song's cold eyes narrow slightly, as he extends his hand for a shake.
The two men secretly compete, neither willing to concede, their smiles growing warmer.
"Mr. Pei, forgive any shortcomings in the hospitality." Yan Song's voice is lowered, each word squeezed from between his teeth.
He really thinks of himself as the owner.
