"Young Master Ye is pretty cute."
Pei Jiabei could not help smiling as he offered the compliment.
Unexpectedly, he immediately received a sharp, scrutinizing look.
"President Yan, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
A little puzzled, Pei Jiabei asked uncertainly.
Yan Qingdu said quietly, "Someone told me that when you think everything a person does is cute..."
"Heaven is my witness, I have absolutely no other intentions toward Young Master Ye. I didn't say anything just now. Not cute, not cute at all!"
Before Yan Qingdu could finish, Pei Jiabei immediately declared his loyalty and retracted his comment about cuteness.
"He isn't cute?" Yan Qingdu asked in puzzlement.
Pei Jiabei: ...
Pei Jiabei took a deep breath, maintaining his composure and smile. "I'm not qualified to judge the young master."
Yan Qingdu said nothing more, but he was visibly in a good mood.
Pei Jiabei kept smiling at Yan Qingdu and could not help marveling inwardly. Tsk, tsk, tsk. The young master really is charming. He's got him completely wrapped around his finger.
Meanwhile, by the time Ye Yizhou stepped out of the elevator, he was already wearing a white surgical mask.
He still needed a proper disguise.
It was past ten in the morning, the perfect time for office workers to head to the break room for coffee, pastries, and some slacking off.
"Getting some water?"
Ye Yizhou walked over quite naturally and spoke to a young man holding a cup.
"Yeah." Replying out of politeness, the young man looked up at Ye Yizhou, seemingly trying hard to identify which colleague was speaking to him.
"Let's go together. I'm getting a little hungry at this hour. Let's find something to eat."
Ye Yizhou sounded a little pitiful as he rubbed his stomach. Seemingly remembering something, he introduced himself: