Pei Zhiyao watched him coldly, his gaze devoid of emotion.
But in the next second, Pei Zhiyao stretched out a hand and, without a word, wrapped it around Yan Jun's neck.
The physical contact made Yan Jun unable to move.
At the same time, the forewarning of suffering was clearly evident.
"What did you just say?"
One could only see Pei Zhiyao continuing to lower his voice.
Especially when conversing with Yan Jun, Pei Zhiyao's sharp demeanor was particularly clear.
"I didn't say anything."
Yan Jun waved his hand dismissively.
Just by looking at Pei Zhiyao's expression, one would know that the man was angry again.
Whenever it involved Wen Mian, Pei Zhiyao invariably lost control of his emotions.
The man laughed, apologizing and chuckling with evident embarrassment.
"Just pretend I said nothing, all right? Wen Mian is not bad, if you truly like her, I definitely won't stand in your way."
Pei Zhiyao glared at him, the menace between his brows fleeting swiftly.
