With a "clap," the wine glass before Shen Zhiyi was knocked over, she didn't bother with it and just stared at Qin Xiaoran, shocked and bewildered, "Who?"
"Your husband," Qin Xiaoran felt the scene was rather amusing, "My brother Pei Yu!"
Shen Zhiyi's hands trembled for a while, then she looked up in that direction again, "Has he returned to the country?"
"How would I know when you don't," Qin Xiaoran said, "He might have just returned."
She grinned, "Don't you want to go say hello, maybe go home together?"
"No," Shen Zhiyi felt a sudden, inexplicable anxiety. To tell the truth, she wasn't ready to meet this stranger of a husband. Pei Yu was always so cold, making her feel uncomfortable, "I'll stay at your place tonight."
"You two really are," Qin Xiaoran didn't say much, standing up to pay the bill, "Let's go."