But Wen Mian didn't mind, she didn't even notice Pei Zhiyao's jealousy.
"President Pei is joking."
Mo Lingtian played along with a couple of lines, but it only made Pei Zhiyao angrier.
The man furrowed his brow, then squeezed out with a tone of mockery, "Wen Mian, you sure have many friends. The hospital threshold is nearly worn down from all their visits. Had I known you have so many friends, I wouldn't have come to take care of you."
Mo Lingtian was always sensitive and perceptive.
From a single teasing remark from Pei Zhiyao, Mo Lingtian sensed something off.
He couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong, it seemed like jealousy, yet also like anger.
More than that, it was probably Pei Zhiyao in a bad mood, possibly venting on him.
Knowing well how the world works, Mo Lingtian quickly got up, took Mo Yuyan's hand, and hastened to flee the scene with the child.
"We'll leave first, so as not to disturb Sister Wen Mian and President Pei's conversation."
