"Who knows,"
Wen Mian curled her lips, uninterested in Father Pei's ideas.
What she cared about was what would become of Pei Zhiyao in the future.
"Forget it, when Pei Zhiyao gets back, if he wants to tell me, he can tell me to my face. I won't ask anymore."
Asking was pointless anyway.
The man might not even tell her.
From their last conversation, it was clear that Pei Zhiyao held a lot of mistrust towards Wen Mian.
——
"President Pei, oh no..."
Inside the office.
Pei Zhiyao was planning to hand over the projects to Zhao Moxuan.
But he sat down as if he were on familiar ground, as though the office would soon be his own.
The man crossed his legs naturally.
It had a rather provocative look that was impossible to ignore.
Both men themselves, even Pei Zhiyao, reluctant as he was to engage, could see the other's motives.
"I suppose I should be calling you uncle, right? Once I'm fully married to Qingqing, we'll be family."
