As soon as these words were uttered, Wen Mian's originally confident expression fell in an instant.
Involuntarily, Wen Mian drew a sharp breath of cold air.
A layer of obvious gloom instantly enveloped her brow.
She knitted her brows and looked at the other person, her eyes slightly feverish.
"Aren't you afraid that Mo Lingtian's father will reveal the situation to Mo Lingtian? Not many people know about that incident from back then, but if his father talks too much, are you sure you can handle it?"
With just a single sentence, Wen Mian fell somewhat silent.
The woman turned her head and looked at the other, her eyes swirling with a multitude of emotions.
After a short while, she nonetheless stated with certainty:
"Mo Lingtian's father wouldn't dare speak."
That brief statement, however, made Pei Zhiyao hesitate.
Forget it.
Since she was so sure, any more words from him would likely just spoil the mood.
She squinted and inhaled, her gaze burning.
