Saving if for the New Year? (2)

"If that's the case, I won't go in." Wang Yi nodded. "I'll have to trouble the butler to help me pass this to your Madam."

Slavic took it. "Don't worry, Young Master Wang."

The door closed in front of him. Wang Yi stood there for a while before turning around and leaving.

However, when he turned around, he was stunned. The person opposite him was also stunned. Then, he smiled. "Wang Yi."

His elegant and deep voice made Wang Yi frown.

They hadn't seen each other for more than half a year. Pei Shizhan looked more haggard than during the New Year, but his clothes were still neat.

Two of his subordinates followed behind him, holding gift boxes in their hands. It seemed that they were for tomorrow's wedding.

It didn't seem to be the kind of thing that one would know at a glance that it was expensive, but it definitely felt high-quality.