"What else then? I didn't lay a hand on her. I told Liang Yu to do it, but we both really dislike Wen Mian. It was just a lesson, I never thought things would go wrong."
She shrugged nonchalantly, not taking the matter seriously.
Obviously, she had yet to realize the gravity of the situation.
"In your view, nothing has gone wrong today?"
"Of course not, Wen Mian's wrist being cut was beyond my expectations, but she was rushed to the hospital in time to save her hand."
He laughed in anger.
Pei Qingqing knew very well how important the piano was for Wen Mian's livelihood, but still she remained indifferent.
"You knew how crucial Wen Mian's hands are to her, and you still went through with this, correct?"
"Brother, there's no need to talk about this with me. I won't listen, and I certainly won't change."
In the dimly lit room, Pei Zhiyao felt a pounding headache.
He couldn't continue talking to Pei Qingqing.
Her unreliable values made him feel lightheaded.
