Pei Qingqing had just entered when Pei Zhiyao scolded her, and Pei Qingqing incredulously looked towards the source of the sound.
"Brother, I am your sister, why are you protecting her?" Pei Qingqing acted like a spoiled child.
Then she pointed at Wen Mian with arrogance: "Besides, with her kind of background, what important matter could she possibly have to tell you?"
"It seems some people are ill-intentioned, only thinking of climbing into my brother's bed, hoping a sparrow could turn into a phoenix by flying onto a branch?"
Pei Qingqing, wearing her high heels, walked up to Wen Mian with a "click-clack" sound: "Keep dreaming."
As Pei Zhiyao listened to Pei Qingqing's words, his expression grew colder, and his tone contained a hint of anger, "Get out."
At this moment, Pei Qingqing, utterly unaware that Pei Zhiyao was speaking to her, looked triumphantly at Wen Mian.
"Did you hear that? My brother is telling you to get out, why aren't you moving?"
