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"I don't need it."
Wen Mian, who once might have complied with Father Pei's ideas,
had changed from before.
She had her own views and would rebut Father Pei's words.
No matter what Father Pei said, Wen Mian saw it as excessive and unacceptable.
She would not agree with Father Pei's thoughts even more so.
With these thoughts in mind, Wen Mian took a deep breath, her gaze as burning as a spot of light.
"My feelings do not need others to meddle in."
In an instant, the already awkward room felt even more cramped at this moment.
Pei Qingqing and Zhao Moxuan exchanged glances subconsciously.
Yet, both harbored their own schemes, each planning to see Wen Mian make a fool of herself.
Without saying more, it was clear that Wen Mian had become a joke to others.
Pei Zhiyao, however, frowned deeply, feeling greatly dissatisfied.
At the same time, he felt sorry for Wen Mian.
"Dad, Wen Mian's age..."
