And just then, Wen Mian seemed to have finally reached her limit and suddenly stood up with a jerk, picking up her bag, "Sorry to leave so abruptly."
Pei Zhiyao raised an eyebrow at Wen Mian, "You're just going to leave the coffee you ordered here? Isn't that a waste?"
There was a mocking look in Wen Mian's eyes as she glanced at Pei Zhiyao, who also frequently attended those nightclub events.
In terms of wastefulness, what Wen Mian did paled in comparison to Pei Zhiyao.
Pei Zhiyao seemed to read Wen Mian's mind and didn't insist on her staying any longer, "Check, please."
Pei Zhiyao elegantly handed out his card; Wen Mian had no time to linger here.
After all, the amount of information Pei Zhiyao had revealed today was enough to leave Wen Mian desolate and distraught.
After leaving the coffee shop, she hailed a taxi and went straight home.
But before Wen Mian could even pull open her front door, her phone rang.
