"What did you do to Peter this afternoon? He dragged me to the kitchen to complain about how you abused him during dinner tonight." Shen Yu leaned lazily against the sofa in his home uniform.

In his hand, he was holding a financial daily with golden-rimmed glasses, looking like a veteran cadre.

"What can I do to him? It's not like you don't know Peter's temper. He seems to be possessed by a bitch every day. He actually suspects that my invitation letter for the ...