Never before had a woman so boldly come into Pei Zhiyao's office to eat.
The smell was so strong that the old Pei Zhiyao would never have tolerated it.
But Pei Qingqing had to admit that Wen Mian could do it.
This fact had made Pei Qingqing jealous for a long time, nearly distorting her face with envy.
And there Wen Mian sat, still looking the same.
She waved her chopsticks leisurely and provocatively said, "Join me?"
Pei Qingqing glared at her and quietly walked over to Pei Zhiyao's desk.
"I won't eat, I'm not as shameless as you, turning someone's workplace into your dining hall."
Wen Mian had a sharp tongue and was even less inclined to indulge Pei Qingqing.
"I can't help it, it was your brother who agreed to it himself. If you have any complaints, you can go find him. Besides..."
A mouthful of noodles entered Wen Mian's mouth, intensifying the aroma.
"I'm not eating here, what's it to you?"
