He frowned, his tone serious, almost as though he had been worried about Wen Mian for a long time.
"Don't tell me you're just going to let this go? The motorcyclist has troubled you twice; what if there's a third time?"
At that moment, Pei Zhiyao hit the nail on the head.
Not investigating didn't mean Wen Mian would stop paying attention to the matter.
The woman let out a cold laugh, her gaze fixed dead ahead on the rearview mirror.
While conversing with Pei Zhiyao, Wen Mian could still feel the scorching breath he exhaled by her side.
This did not make Wen Mian's mood any more pleasant.
"Of course I'm not letting it go like this, but if a real investigation happens, tearing off this facade will inevitably lead to awkwardness. Rather than having a rigid confrontation, I might as well handle it myself."
Pei Zhiyao's breath hitched for a moment; suddenly, he felt that Wen Mian's tone was somewhat off.
"How do you plan to handle it?"
