All eyes were focused on Pei Zhiyao.
Even Wen Mian felt surprised and quickly looked up at Pei Zhiyao.
The man's grip was strong as he held Wen Mian's shoulders, seemingly declaring his sovereignty.
At the same time, Pei Zhiyao's action also made Wen Mian feel much more at ease.
"Pei Zhiyao..."
Zhao Moxuan reined in his amusement, and even the waiter by his side had no choice but to greet him respectfully:
"Mr. Pei, hello."
With the presence of Pei Zhiyao, who would dare to trouble Wen Mian.
Even if the invitation was fake, as long as Pei Zhiyao was there, Wen Mian could walk with her head held high at the banquet.
"Do I need an invitation to bring Wen Mian in?"
The waiter, at a loss for words, looked up at Pei Zhiyao and was too frightened by his aura to speak after half a second.
The banquet manager hurriedly came over to smooth things over, fearing that Pei Zhiyao would get angry.
