"Let's go, their love story has ended, and it's time for us to go back and talk things through properly."
After Zhao Moxuan led Pei Qingqing away, Pei Zhiyao's face instantly fell.
The man's tone was icy and harsh, devoid of any hint of emotion.
Wen Mian, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was still a bit dazed until Pei Zhiyao floored the accelerator and zoomed off, which snapped Wen Mian back to reality.
During the ride, Pei Zhiyao made attempts at conversation that Wen Mian completely ignored.
They arrived home, and the door opened.
A wave of warm air hit them in the face.
Wen Mian had planned to change her clothes and then head upstairs.
But Pei Zhiyao, with a sweep of his hand, didn't give Wen Mian the chance.
"Stop right there."
The man's stern tone forced Wen Mian to halt in her tracks.
She turned to look at him, her eyes still showing traces of impatience.
"This book—copy it and hand it to me by tomorrow."
