"Alright, I promise you,"
Out of helplessness, Pei Zhiyao could only agree to Wen Mian's plea.
But she instantly let go as if by a reflex and then chuckled to Pei Zhiyao,
"Then I'll leave this project to you. I'll come to communicate with you once I have new developments, and you have to tell me if you make progress, okay?"
She acted like a hands-off shop owner.
Once the matter was in Pei Zhiyao's hands, Wen Mian felt a weight lifted off her.
Yet, it was that very feeling of being trusted by Wen Mian that Pei Zhiyao adored.
It wasn't just a project document; even if Wen Mian wanted to take over an entire building, Pei Zhiyao would stay up all night to help her draft a plan.
The next day.
"Miss Wen, you've come to work so early."
Around eight o'clock, before Wen Mian had entered the classroom and just as she reached the entrance, she ran into Mo Lingtian and Mo Yuyan.
The father and daughter's sharp eyes immediately noticed the dark circles under Wen Mian's eyes.
