Facing the interrogation from Pei Qingqing's father, Pei Zhiyao was at a loss for how to respond.
He stared blankly for a long time, his eyes still surveying the situation around him.
Noticing that Zhao Moxuan didn't speak out.
He closely watched every move of the two, and before long, it became silent again.
"Right before Qingqing had her accident, you had a conflict with her, didn't you? Was Wen Mian also there at the time?"
With Zhao Moxuan there as a witness, Pei Zhiyao couldn't lie, much less fabricate a blatant falsehood.
The man was forced to nod and reluctantly admitted the details of the incident.
"There was a conflict, and Qingqing angrily left the table. I didn't go after her."
"Was Wen Mian with you?"
Pei Zhiyao paused for half a second, "Yeah."
"You're utterly muddleheaded!"
Pei's father grabbed the ashtray beside him and hurled it towards Pei Zhiyao!
The man's movements were decisive and swift.
