Pei Zhiyao was delirious and had just mistaken Yan Jun for a strange woman.
His subconscious action swung out, but Yan Jun was innocent and got hurt instead.
The man couldn't help but laugh and cry as he stood by the roadside and immediately contacted Wen Mian.
"Come find me, I've found Pei Zhiyao. He's at the roadside."
Wen Mian, who was running down the street, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Upon hearing Pei Zhiyao's name, Wen Mian's heart suddenly relaxed.
It was good that they had found Pei Zhiyao.
If they hadn't, Wen Mian would probably have been agitated and worried for a good while longer.
"Where are you? I'm coming over now."
Yan Jun sent his location, and Wen Mian quickly arrived by their side following the street.
Pei Zhiyao's state was indeed not very good.
This dazed appearance really didn't seem like he was just drunk.
It seemed more like he had been drugged, now somewhat delirious and unable to recognize who was in front of him.
