"Why?"
On the other end of the phone, Du Weizhe still felt somewhat aggrieved.
Facing Wen Mian's firm stance, the man almost wished he could scold her.
But Wen Mian was crystal clear in her refusal, leaving Du Weizhe unable to argue back.
"Since Pei Zhiyao himself doesn't want to see you, why should I introduce you? Do you think my status has any sway over Pei Zhiyao? Did you call me today just thinking of using me?"
Du Weizhe didn't speak.
In the time he was dazed, Wen Mian was already unleashing a torrent of words again.
"Besides, the things you've done to Pei Zhiyao, others can't forgive, let alone Pei Zhiyao himself. You better think about it."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Du Weizhe's face abruptly changed.
But Wen Mian was resolute and would not back down.
No matter what the other party said, Wen Mian wouldn't easily help out.
She certainly wasn't going to plead for Du Weizhe.
Who knew that Du Weizhe would chuckle twice, his voice sharply mocking.
