To be honest, Wen Mian's mind was preoccupied with Pei Zhiyao, leaving her with little interest to deal with these matters.
She wanted to know the truth as soon as possible, and she also wanted to understand what Pei Zhiyao really thought.
She called countless times, but Pei Zhiyao never answered.
She didn't know whether he simply hadn't seen the calls or was avoiding them.
Wen Mian's eyes drooped, her gaze flickering for a moment before it quickly faded.
"Ah? I don't have any particular thoughts, the piece is already prepared, and now I'm just waiting to try on the gown and do makeup. If there are no problems, I'll go to the dress rehearsal tomorrow. I have no other thoughts."
Cheng Aimei had high hopes for Wen Mian.
She always felt that Wen Mian was someone who would have her own ideas.
However, her actions at the moment somewhat disappointed Cheng Aimei.
