"Pei Zhiyao's cancellation of the engagement was his own decision, and whose fault it really was, I have no clue," Wen Mian said slowly and clearly. "But now you're blaming everything on me, which seems a bit too much, don't you think?"
Wen Mian articulated each word deliberately, her reasoning crisp and clear.
She would never allow Pei Qingqing to lead her by the nose.
To Wen Mian, this was a problem that could be solved in just a few words, and she had no desire to engage in any further conversation with Pei Qingqing.
The woman took a deep breath and turned her gaze to stare coldly at the other party.
In the process of this eye contact, Pei Qingqing's anger only intensified.
"Oh, so you won't admit it, will you?"
The public music room was inevitably crowded.
As the two stood in stalemate, the commotion had already attracted the attention of other youths.
Some of them looked on at the scene curiously, while others discussed among themselves.
