Pei Zongzhi’s gaze followed her movements. He lowered his eyes, a thought stirring deep within him: Jiang Juyou seemed somewhat resistant to the news of his impending marriage. The mere flicker of this thought sent an uncontrollable surge of excitement through him. He barely touched his dinner.
Later that evening, the housekeeper knocked on Jiang Juyou’s door, carrying a glass of warm milk.
"Drink your milk." Pei Zongzhi stood in the doorway.
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