Wen Mian was in the midst of conversation with Du Weizhe, while Pei Zhiyao waited nearby in his car.
Through the rearview mirror, Pei Zhiyao could clearly see every move they made.
With each of Du Weizhe's approaches, Pei Zhiyao's chest tightened with anger.
However, he could neither vent his frustration nor bring himself to voice his concerns.
After all, it was he who had pushed Wen Mian toward Du Weizhe, and now Pei Zhiyao had to watch everything unfold before his very eyes.
"Buzz..."
The car's engine hummed to life just as Pei Zhiyao stopped in front of Wen Mian.
The moment the window rolled down, Wen Mian inhaled sharply.
But soon after, Wen Mian's eyes flickered with a change, and before long, she glared sideways at the other person.
"Mr. Pei, weren't you busy with something? Why haven't you left yet?"
Pei Zhiyao responded without emotion, coldly saying, "Get in the car."
Does he expect her to get in just because he said so?
