He wasn't busy, but he had to take care of Wen Mian.
Even though Wen Mian had largely recovered, Pei Zhiyao was still afraid something urgent might suddenly come up with her.
At that moment, Pei Zhiyao subconsciously furrowed his brows and shook his head, straightforwardly rejecting his assistant's invitation.
"I've got important matters here and can't leave, find someone else to fill in."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Zhiyao put down his mobile, only to be met with Wen Mian's concerned gaze.
"Why aren't you going to work?"
The man was still immersed in the previous conversation.
So much so, that when faced with Wen Mian's question, Pei Zhiyao was still a bit dazed.
"I don't need to be there."
"Are you sure you don't need to be? But I heard your assistant say there's a project that still needs handling?"
Pei Zhiyao, unfazed, still showed no intention of getting up to leave.
"It's not needed, compared to a project, you're more important."
