It was not surprising that Pei Zhiyao showed up.
But at this point in time, Pei Zhiyao shouldn't be outside.
Moreover, Wen Mian had returned to the rental apartment, which Pei Zhiyao should have been unaware of.
Facing Wen Mian's question, Pei Zhiyao seemed to choose evasion.
"Why don't you say anything?"
However, Wen Mian failed to detect the strangeness in her emotions.
In response to Wen Mian's inquiry, Pei Zhiyao merely found an excuse and brushed it off casually.
Then he diverted Wen Mian's attention.
Thus preventing her from relentlessly pursuing the matter.
"Look."
Pei Zhiyao shook his wrist.
An obvious scar was visible, displayed right in front of Wen Mian's eyes.
She gasped in shock, but Pei Zhiyao was utterly calm.
"Are you sure you want to keep asking? I got hurt because of you, shouldn't you help me treat the wound?"
After Pei Zhiyao's reminder, Wen Mian instinctively rose swiftly from her seat.
