"This is a banquet hall. If you dare to make a move, the entire building will stop and come to see you. Consider carefully if you want to bring that trouble upon yourself."
Pei Zhiyao's sudden arrival rescued Wen Mian from Zhao Moxuan's clutches.
The man clenched his teeth in frustration, yet at that moment, he had no choice but to lower his hand.
The three of them stood in a triangle, silently, each harboring their own ulterior motives.
Ultimately, it was Zhao Moxuan who couldn't contain his irritation, turning to glare at Pei Zhiyao.
"I say, are you sick or something?"
Pei Zhiyao didn't speak, staring at Zhao Moxuan's every move as if looking at an idiot.
"Pei Zhiyao, what exactly is your relationship with Wen Mian? So many times now—every time I talk to Wen Mian, you're nearby, and today is no different!"
"You've helped Wen Mian so many times, your relationship must be out of the ordinary, right?"
