The woman nodded. "Yes, she's a second-year finance student at Haidu University named Qiao Yuran."

She looked at Ye Jinfeng with a half-smile and teased, "What? Has the young master Ye, who has been through countless beauties, taken a fancy to her?"

Ye Jinfeng rolled his eyes at her, poured her a full glass of wine, and urged, "Drink, drink, and stop talking nonsense."

"Mr. Pei, are you drinking alone because you're in a bad mood?"

Qiao Yuran scrutinized Pei Siyu's profile, which revealed no emotion, and tentatively asked.

From the moment she sat down, she was the one who started the conversation, and Pei Siyu didn't even bother to respond.

She bit her lip, brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and whispered, "If President Pei is in a bad mood and wants to talk to someone, you can tell me."

"You talk too much."

Pei Siyu glanced at her sideways, his dark eyes churning with icy glints.

The moment she met his gaze, Qiao Yuran felt a chill run down her spine.

She quickly lowered her eyes, avoiding Pei Siyu's cold gaze.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Qiao Yuran stammered an apology, her brows furrowed and her face filled with panic.

Pei Siyu lost his appetite for drinking. He glanced at Ye Jinfeng, who was surrounded by women, and said coldly, "I'm leaving first."

Before Ye Jinfeng could speak again, Pei Siyu strode out of the private room with cold, austere steps.

Ye Jinfeng immediately made several more phone calls, inviting his friends to come and drink together.

He was having so much fun that he wouldn't stop until the whole night.

Qiao Yuran stared blankly in the direction Pei Siyu had left, somewhat dazed.

Buzzing—

The phone on the sofa vibrated twice, the screen lit up, and a message popped up.