Pei Zhiyao took a deep breath, looking at Wen Mian, who simply couldn't be reasoned with, and he felt suffocated with irritation.
As she walked forward, Pei Zhiyao's pace quickened beyond Wen Mian's.
Wen Mian looked increasingly aggrieved but still couldn't catch up with Pei Zhiyao's steps.
The two of them, one in front of the other, finally made it back to their residence after an unknown amount of time.
Anyway, Wen Mian was in a bad mood and had run out of the villa only a few minutes after getting back.
Her sole purpose was to meet up with Mo Xiaoqi for a chat.
She wanted to talk to Mo Xiaoqi in great detail about the recent events.
"I heard you had a fight with Pei Zhiyao today?"
Inside the café.
Mo Xiaoqi looked at her with a smile.
Though Wen Mian hadn't opened her mouth yet, Mo Xiaoqi had already guessed the gist of it.
"How did you know?"
She frowned, then felt incredulous.
As they looked at each other, all the emotions in Wen Mian's eyes flowed outward.
