Drag Him Out

Thirty minutes earlier.

"Do I really have to go?" Bei Sangyun asked once more, looking at Fei Chuan pleadingly, hoping he would change his mind.

"It's already late. Driver Wang is waiting for you downstairs. Besides, we'll see each other tomorrow."

Fei Chuan found Bei Sangyun's childish behavior amusing. Although his heart wavered at her pleading eyes, he couldn't give in. After all, it was Bei Sangyun's reputation that was at risk here.

Moreover, that 'bastard' was present at the banquet. Even if he might not show up here, Fei Chuan didn't want Bei Sangyun in the same vicinity as him.

Fei Chuan turned her around and gently pushed her toward the door. "We already agreed on this. My fever has gone down, so now do your part. Go home safely."

Bei Sangyun suddenly turned around and hugged his waist. "Then let me hug you for a few minutes."

Fei Chuan's heartbeat quickened, he didn't know where to put his hands.