"No, it's not that."
Pei Zhiyao didn't admit it and didn't even want to pay attention to Wen Mian.
The woman's guess echoed in his ears.
This made Pei Zhiyao's attitude even more brusque.
"Then why is it? Who made you unhappy?"
Pei Zhiyao just wouldn't answer.
His face remained cold and indifferent, his expression was utterly aloof.
After a while, Pei Zhiyao turned and left.
He left Wen Mian behind, not caring at all about what she might be thinking.
At the same time.
Mo Site had already prepared everything for Wen Mian.
To finalize the specifics of the studio, Mo Site had specifically invited Wen Mian to be present.
After meeting, the two discussed the details.
Mo Site's expression was serious, as he already had his thoughts and decisions made.
"This studio will be set up soon, take a look, this is the short-term plan I've laid out."
Mo Site said, flipping through the documents on the table.
Every move was utterly earnest.
