"No, just a minor disagreement,"
the "minor disagreement" that Pei Zhiyao spoke of probably wasn't anything particularly serious.
After all, both father and son of the Pei Family were known for their bad tempers.
In this well-known circle around here, who didn't know that these two often had conflicts?
But this time, the point of contention wasn't Pei Zhiyao, but Wen Mian.
"You argued with your dad, not for your own sake, right?"
Pei Zhiyao looked down and remained silent, his mind entirely filled with the image of Wen Mian.
Glimpses of her flickered through his thoughts from time to time.
It took quite a while before Pei Zhiyao downed a glass of alcohol, which not only irritated his stomach but also caused his expression to change.
"Yeah, not for me."
Yan Jun laughed, the curve of his lips exceptionally attractive when he smiled.
Curiosity seemed to weigh heavier than any other emotion on his forehead.
