As soon as Wen Mian finished speaking, Pei Zhiyao couldn't help but halt in his tracks.
They had already entered the bedroom.
The scent of aromatherapy washed over them, yet it made Wen Mian incredibly nervous.
She looked up at Pei Zhiyao, hoping he would have a different answer than usual.
She was also hoping that Pei Zhiyao could give her some advice.
"Work?"
As expected, he frowned, instinctively thinking that Wen Mian shouldn't go out and invite trouble.
"Li Xiaosheng hasn't been punished yet, I'm always a bit worried. After the last concert, such a thing happened—it was an accident that should have never occurred to you."
After Pei Zhiyao finished talking, he suddenly realized something was off.
"I don't mean to target you specifically, I'm just talking about this matter."
Wen Mian felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.
Ever since the last concert, her life's trajectory and plans had been disrupted and disturbed by Zhang Huasheng.
