Wen Mian had expected Wen Mian not to admit it, but unexpectedly, Wen Mian's eyebrows and eyes lifted, a pair of phoenix eyes gleaming with a shrewd light.
The woman glanced sidelong and actually nodded in agreement.
"Of course, it was intentional."
Zhao Moxuan hated her so much that his teeth itched, yet the Wen Mian before him deserved a good thrashing.
If it hadn't been for her planning, Pei Qingqing would not have heard those things she shouldn't have heard.
"Wen Mian, you're shameless!"
Zhao Moxuan's curses still echoed in her ears.
However, Wen Mian no longer had the desire to continue fighting with Zhao Moxuan.
Zhao Moxuan was busy with work, his time and energy already thoroughly drained.
For Wen Mian, staying here was also a waste of time; it was better to leave early to avoid further entanglement with Zhao Moxuan.
Thus, Wen Mian was very satisfied with what had transpired that day.