"Bro, didn't you see the news? Aren't you taking care of the company anymore?"
Pei Zhiyao glowered at her with an ambiguous flicker of emotion in his eyes.
But Pei Qingqing couldn't figure out the specific meaning behind the clarity of Pei Zhiyao's eyes.
The passive-aggressiveness became increasingly evident at this moment.
"When I came in just now, I saw those media hounding you aggressively."
Wen Mian's brows twitched involuntarily, as she took the comment personally.
"You know what the media is here for. Bro, don't you care at all?"
Pei Zhiyao remained silent, wordless.
Leaving Pei Qingqing no choice but to bring up their father.
"You've let go of the company's projects for three days. If this delays the company's progress, when dad finds out, you're in for it. Don't you care about that? Aren't you afraid dad will scold you?"
He peeled fruit for Wen Mian with a tender and meticulous manner that was entirely new to Pei Qingqing.
