In the DK Bar.
The lights flickered, and the sensual dancers on stage provoked incessant screaming from the crowd. However, Zhao Yun seemed utterly disinterested, his face as somber as if he were not here to have fun but to attend a funeral.
Pei Ziheng didn't like the bar scene either. Taking advantage of Dai Yu and Wen Bingdong's absence, as they had gone to a neighboring table to play drinking games with some girls, he quietly slipped away with Zhao Yun.
Once out of the bar, the two strolled down the road to get some fresh air.
"Jingshu must be mad at me."
"It's obvious."
"What do I do now? Do you think she will ignore me forever?"
"Hard to say."
Although Zhao Yun had grown accustomed to Pei Ziheng's brevity over the years, at this moment, he couldn't help feeling even more anxious because of those words.
"Don't just talk; help me think of something."
"I'm not your dad; I don't have to come up with solutions for every mess you're in."
"Dad!"
"Get lost."
