Fiancée...
Pei Zhiyao's heart subconsciously skipped a beat.
A feeling of tension swept over him from head to toe.
But when he raised his eyes to look at Mr. Pei, the other's expression remained as calm as ever.
"What's wrong?"
Pei Zhiyao quickly shook his head, not showing the slightest hint of unease.
"Nothing's wrong. Since there's nothing important, I'll be leaving now. I'll keep an eye on Ling Yuyan's situation and contact you if there's any problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Zhiyao turned to leave with Wen Mian.
The vast villa once again returned to its peaceful state.
Late at night.
Wen Mian was sound asleep at home, as if the day's trivial matters were unrelated to her.
In the middle of the night, the rustling sounds in the living room could not help but catch Wen Mian's attention.
The woman quickly got up to investigate, only to find Pei Zhiyao in the living room, sinking into his drinks.
