Pei Zhiyao sneered, his phoenix eyes gleaming with astuteness.
That glare was scorching Wen Mian at that moment.
"You're abandoning me after crossing the river, and from the looks of it, Miss Wen doesn't plan on having a proper conversation with me."
Wen Mian pursed her lips, unconsciously swallowing her saliva.
The man kept approaching, which made Wen Mian feel constrained.
"It's less that I'm abandoning you after crossing the river and more that you're taking advantage of the situation."
As his words ended, Pei Zhiyao flung a contract document out.
Black on white, there it was before Wen Mian's eyes.
With just a glance, Wen Mian could tell that Pei Zhiyao was up to no good.
Yet his expression remained calm, betraying no sign of any strange emotions.
"What do you mean by this?"
Wen Mian scorned him, but Pei Zhiyao relished it.
"See for yourself. Signing this contract is your only way out."
Wen Mian read the document quickly, taking in all the terms at a glance.
