Pei Zhiyao finished speaking, turned around, and entered the study to work on the project.
Wen Mian's gaze lingered unwillingly, but she still watched Pei Zhiyao leave.
That night, Pei Zhiyao hardly slept at all.
It was seven in the morning when Wen Mian stepped out of her room and passed by the study, just in time to see Pei Zhiyao resting his head on the desk.
The color of exhaustion seemed ready to spill over the screen.
Wen Mian couldn't bear it and eventually returned to her room to fetch a blanket, then gently covered Pei Zhiyao with it.
"You're so busy with work, yet you still have time to accompany me to the venue."
In the quiet interior, only Wen Mian's teasing could be heard echoing.
But she just wanted to do a good deed without making a show in front of Pei Zhiyao.
With that thought, Wen Mian turned to leave.
But suddenly a large hand shot out from behind her and grabbed her wrist.
