The call ended, but Wen Mian's heart was still racing.
Just as Pei Zhiyao lifted his eyes to look at her, Wen Mian asked, "Is it because of that incident of mine?"
Pei Zhiyao shook his head without answering.
Wen Mian didn't know what he meant, so she could only take a deep breath and say apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to drag you into this. I'm afraid he will take his anger out on you because of this, and that would make me very sad."
Seeing Wen Mian's pitiful state, Pei Zhiyao was utterly speechless.
Still, the man remained silent as he pulled away Wen Mian's hand and looked at her with feigned shock.
She kept apologizing, but the only response she got from Pei Zhiyao was:
"You don't need to say all this."
The man's face was cold, void of any emotion.
"Even if you don't mention it, it has nothing to do with you, you're being oversensitive," he said.
