Pei Jue's voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.
Pei Clan's work was busy, and he had been an on-call chauffeur for someone for a while, accumulating a lot of work.
Now she wouldn't even spare him time for a meal, was he less attractive than Tarzan?
"I want to see you, is that okay?"
This voice was pitiful. Qingwu's mouth twitched, so she had to agree.
"Alright, but I have something to do later."
"Send me the address, I'll pick you up."
Qingwu responded and hung up the phone.
Shen Boyi lifted his head from a pile of documents and casually asked, "Is that Pei San?"
"Yes, he asked me to have dinner tonight."
Shen Boyi said nothing, handing Qingwu a bank card, a low-key yet luxurious black-gold card, the Changrong Bank logo particularly prominent.
"Why are you giving me money?"
"The Shen Family's dinners are reciprocal, even if Pei San has a marriage contract with you, you must hold the initiative, understand?"