Wen Mian was quickly stuffed into the villa's bedroom by Pei Zhiyao.
The moment the door shut, Wen Mian angrily kicked at it.
Yet the sound she made was insufficient to move Pei Zhiyao.
The man just stood in front of the door, his voice coming from afar.
"If you don't speak up, stay in your room these few days. Food will be left at the door. If you behave, someone will bring it in for you."
She didn't even have the privilege to go out for meals now?
Wen Mian punched the door, making a 'thud'.
The noise visibly annoyed Pei Zhiyao, who frowned in displeasure.
"Pei Zhiyao, open the door, what you're doing isn't right!"
"You're imprisoning me!"
Faced with Wen Mian's scolding, Pei Zhiyao seemed unopposed.
"Yes, it's imprisonment. So what?"
His footsteps slowly moving away from the door made Wen Mian inside feel even more desperate.
She tried to rush out, but Pei Zhiyao's attitude was too determined, making all of Wen Mian's efforts fruitless.
At the same time.
