Mo Site enunciated each word clearly, his speech as precise as pearls strung together.
He wasn't wrong, that was indeed the case for Wen Mian.
If there really was an issue, why hadn't she coordinated the timing in advance?
Knowing they had to meet, why did she still impulsively get involved with Pei Zhiyao, spending an ambiguous night together?
At this moment, Wen Mian was filled with regret.
She even had the illusion that Pei Zhiyao could affect her career development.
"This opportunity is gone, indeed it's our fault, we have nothing to say."
Mo Site sighed, looking somewhat disappointed.
But Wen Mian grabbed Mo Site's wrist in a firm grip, promising with determined eyes:
"Don't worry, I can arrange a meeting with him and clarify things. That night was my mistake, I shouldn't have delayed important matters, but... I want to make amends."
Mo Site was infinitely tolerant of Wen Mian.
However, on this matter, he felt that Wen Mian was somewhat excessive.
