During the conversation, Wen Mian followed Du Weizhe's footsteps and gradually moved away.
Despite casting a sidelong glance at Pei Zhiyao, her phoenix eyes harbored endless rage.
It seemed as if she would explode in the next second.
But despite this, Wen Mian acted as if she saw nothing and continued on her way, out of Pei Zhiyao's line of sight.
"I thought you wouldn't agree."
On the road, Du Weizhe seemed both sarcastic and self-congratulatory, which made Wen Mian shiver with discomfort.
Yet his extraordinary enthusiasm made it difficult for Wen Mian to refuse.
"Why would you think so?"
Du Weizhe glanced back and shot a knowing look at Wen Mian.
"I thought Miss Wen wouldn't fancy me, was considering giving up, but unexpectedly, Miss Wen agreed so readily."
Honestly, Wen Mian really did not think highly of Du Weizhe.
If it weren't for wanting to spite Pei Zhiyao, she wouldn't have bothered with Du Weizhe's words at all.
