With these thoughts, Wen Mian let out a long sigh, picked up her shoulder bag, and was about to leave.
"Since Mr. Pei doesn't have anything important, I'll head back now. After all, I still have work at the agency. It wouldn't be good to delay."
As she spoke, Wen Mian turned around, intending to depart.
However, Pei Zhiyao lifted his hand to grab Wen Mian's wrist, seemingly calm yet urgently retaining her.
"Did I say you could leave?"
At the command, Wen Mian became somewhat at a loss.
Pei Zhiyao's tone allowed no disobedience.
"I said, without my instructions, you still want to leave?"
"What use do I have here? Am I just for show? Mr. Pei has matters to attend to, and I should get back to my work."
"There are still matters unfinished, you cannot leave now."
The office door was abruptly closed.
Wen Mian was utterly astonished, yet saw Pei Zhiyao's face remain unchanged.
