"Wen Mian!!"
The woman's sudden roar was hoarse and carried a palpable dissatisfaction.
"You've hurt me today, you're not going to have an easy time in front of Pei Zhiyao!"
Wen Mian remained silent, her almond eyes fixed on every move Pei Qingqing made.
If it weren't for her emotional outburst, knocking the tea table with the back of her hand, the high-footed glass on top wouldn't have suddenly fallen.
The shards had cut her wrist, and blood gushed out, a sight horrifying to behold.
"Don't move."
Faced with Pei Qingqing's accusation, Wen Mian chose to look the other way.
The woman quickly dialed Pei Zhiyao's number.
While Pei Qingqing was still causing trouble, Pei Zhiyao had already gotten in touch with Wen Mian.
"I'm still outside; it will be a while before I can return."
Without waiting for Wen Mian to speak, Pei Zhiyao offered a consoling couple of sentences.
But Wen Mian said, "Pei Qingqing is at the villa."
