Zhou Ci glanced at Wen Mian, and although he said nothing, Wen Mian still felt the mockery from him.
Wen Mian had just glanced at Zhou Ci when, having achieved his purpose for the visit, he prepared to leave.
The clever patriarch of the Pei Family could tell that Zhou Ci intended to leave and initiated conversation, "You must be tired after all this time, Zhou Ci."
Zhou Ci, with a refined and courteous demeanor, said, "I am indeed a bit weary. Thank you for putting up with me today."
"Not at all," the Pei patriarch laughed heartily, a picture of affable seniority, "Your staying is an honor for me."
Wen Mian, watching the two exchange pleasantries, felt disgust rise within her.
As Zhou Ci left, his gaze swept over Wen Mian like a poisonous snake.
Meanwhile, the Pei patriarch chided softly, "Zhou Ci is leaving and you won't even say goodbye?"
Wen Mian forced a cheerful smile, squeezing out a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, "Take care."
