"I suppose I'm not wrong, am I? I know you're delusional, but the fact is, you and Pei Zhiyao are just not possible."
As these words left her lips, Pei Qingqing's phoenix eyes instantly filled with sharp gleams.
At that moment, they fell upon Wen Mian, still carrying a hint of hostility and resentment.
If it hadn't been for her exposure, Pei Qingqing might have been able to deceive herself, but now not a single crack was left for her, and her chance to speak with Wen Mian was gone too.
During the conversation, Zhao Moxuan had just returned to find Pei Qingqing.
He wasn't alone. The presence of Zhao Moxuan seemed somewhat superfluous.
Yet, being by Pei Qingqing's side now made Wen Mian appear like a lonely old widow.
"Yo, you're here too."
His greeting seemed casual, but every word he uttered was meticulously crafted by Zhao Moxuan.
"Come here, baby, I remember you can't eat too spicy lately, so I went to buy you a fruit salad. Try it."
