Faced with Pei Zhiyao's sudden concern, Wen Mian only wanted to evade the topic as quickly as possible.
Throwing out a few perfunctory remarks might just alter Pei Zhiyao's attitude at the moment.
Wen Mian didn't want two men worrying about her too much, either.
"There's nothing wrong, I'm already better now."
"Really?"
Pei Zhiyao's gaze landed on Wen Mian with skepticism.
That pair of eyes kept scanning her, sizing her up from head to toe.
Yet Wen Mian, in an attempt to avoid Pei Zhiyao's scrutiny, blurted out subconsciously, "Of course it's true. The hospital is crowded; you'd better not come too close. After all, we only have a professional relationship. Beyond that, my personal affairs are none of your business."
As she said this, the corners of Pei Zhiyao's lips twitched involuntarily.
Still, the man took her arm in a grasp.
In front of Mo Site, Pei Zhiyao repeated, "I'm asking about your condition. How are you doing now?"
