If I Lose, You Can Do Whatever You Want to Me…

Ten minutes later, Pei Song came to pick two bosses up.

Su Ji's bartender fan escorted them to the back door.

Su Ji walked at the front with her hands in her pockets. She wore a black mask and the brim of her hat was lowered. She was still dressed in black, with a tight vest on her upper body. 

Cao Zhuzhu walked on her left.

Pei Song was two steps behind them, not too far nor too close. The corners of his mouth curled into a cynical smile, turning a deaf ear to the girls who came to invite him, his eyes staring at the two women in front of him.

If there were people who were drunk and wanted to approach the two, they would immediately be frightened by his gaze and retreat.

Su Ji realized that when Pei Huai was not around, she seemed to be able to walk in a straight line even when she drank too much. However, when Pei Huai was around, all her weight would fall on him as if she had no bones. The difference was obvious.