Pei Zhi arrived on time to pick up Lin Jiao.
He found Lin Jiao and strode over to pull her into his arms. "How much did she drink?"
"Not much. About ten glasses." Qian Yue watched them and felt that they were a good match.
She tapped her fingers on the table. When she caught the anxiety in his eyes, she raised her chin slightly to the right. "Take Lin Jiao back first."
Pei Zhi turned to look at Pei Yilan.
Before he could speak, Qian Yue said, "Leave Yilan to me."
"Okay." He picked up Lin Jiao and looked at Qian Yue. "Thank you."
His eyes were unreadable, making Qian Yue feel that their plan had been seen through.
She calmed herself down. "It's fine."
When the footsteps were gone, Pei Yilan, who was pretending to be asleep, opened one eye. "Did he notice it?"
"I can't say for sure."
"Was my acting bad?"