With Pei Zhiyao's explanation, Wen Mian grew even more curious.
She held her breath and concentrated, waiting for the other party's response.
Her eyes, burning with intensity, watched Pei Zhiyao's every move.
Unbeknownst to her, before the other party could even speak, Wen Mian made a joke:
"Could it be that you, like me, are not a member of the Pei Family?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than Wen Mian regretted them.
Pei Zhiyao's face visibly fell.
What had been a relaxed demeanor instantly became tense.
Wen Mian waited expectantly, but the reply she hoped for did not come for a long time.
It was over.
This was probably the truth.
Pei Zhiyao, who had been saying, "It's nothing," immediately became somewhat tense.
"I was just joking."
Wen Mian knew in her heart, but always refused to acknowledge and confirm it.
Although she couldn't understand why the other party did not respond.
But just by looking at Pei Zhiyao's eyes, Wen Mian was frightened into silence.
