Pei Zhiyao had just left when someone knocked on the door.
Wen Mian, who had planned to stay at home and rest, had no choice but to put on her clothes and walk over.
Before she could say "Did you forget something," the door was yanked open.
Pei Qingqing's face came into view immediately after.
At that moment, as their eyes met, the silent air was filled with an undeniable emotion.
After all, Wen Mian knew that Pei Qingqing should not be there at this time.
"Why are you here?"
Before Wen Mian could speak, Pei Qingqing already furrowed her brows and questioned.
Every word was clear and distinct.
"This is Pei Zhiyao's home, Wen Mian, answer me, why are you here!"
Wen Mian was thinking about asking her the same question.
She had expected Pei Zhiyao and Pei's father to come looking for her, yet surprisingly, Pei Qingqing showed up on her own.
As the two stood in a deadlock, Wen Mian simply chose not to speak.
