Pei Yang jolted upright in Feng Wanting's arms at the sound. His fall against the seat sent muscle pain coursing through his entire body.
"It's all right. Go back to sleep." Feng Wanting's long fingers brushed the ends of Pei Yang's hair. His voice turned abruptly cold and hard as he addressed the driver. "Get out and see what's going on."
"W-wait." Pei Yang caught Feng Wanting's arm. "How did I-how did I end up here?"
"You fell asleep in the car, so I brought you home."
Feng Wanting saw nothing wrong with bringing his boyfriend home.
"I need to go home." Pei Yang kept glancing at Pei Zhi's figure moving outside the window. "I'll deal with him. You go home... stay out of it."
Feng Wanting frowned. "You know him?"
Pei Yang nodded. "I'll handle it."
He reached for the door, but Feng Wanting caught his wrist. "You still insist on drawing such a clear line between us. What do you mean, you'll handle it? Can't we handle it together?"
"He's my father." Pei Yang lowered his eyes, struggling to get the words out.
Feng Wanting looked over. The man pawing at the window had a face full of greed and calculation, his eyes clouded and murky. He bore no resemblance whatsoever to Pei Yang. Feng Wanting was a little startled; he had never thought to connect the two.
"Chairman!" After hopping around for a while, Pei Zhi pressed his entire face against the window. "Chairman! You know Pei Yang, don't you? He's my son! My son! I have something to tell you. Get out! No! You don't need to get out, just open the door! One minute! I can say it all in one minute!"
"What does he want to tell me?" Feng Wanting asked.
"Probably... ask you