"Dad, you're just going to ignore this matter?"
Pei Qingqing plopped down on the couch, her complaining demeanor transparent to her father at a glance.
She sighed deeply, and her mind wandered to other thoughts.
"I don't know what kind of spell Wen Mian has cast on my brother to have him so utterly beguiled. Just yesterday, Zhiyao was even speaking up for Wen Mian!"
Pei Qingqing scoffed coldly, harboring too many grievances within.
She had always had issues with Wen Mian.
Now, upon hearing about Wen Mian's actions and recalling Pei Zhiyao's attitude towards her, a surge of anger rose in her chest.
The woman took a deep breath and after a long moment, she calmed down.
"It's just like my brother, always defending her even when it's clearly Wen Mian's fault! If others didn't know better, they would think there's a rift in the Pei Family, as if Zhiyao has broken off from us entirely."
There was a stretch of silence in the air.
Her father didn't speak for a long time.
