An unexpected remark sent a shiver down Wen Mian's spine.
The woman furrowed her brows and instinctively looked up, only to find Pei Zhiyao and his father staring at her fiercely.
There was something indescribably strange in their gazes.
At that moment, Wen Mian tightly clenched her fingers, overwhelmed with anxiety.
"Of course, I remember."
"Remembering is good, you have to repay the Pei Family for this debt of gratitude. Don't take it the wrong way, but it's just the way things are."
Wen Mian swallowed hard, and having no choice, could only nod in agreement to Pei's father's words.
"I understand, you can rest assured."
"I called you here for this matter, if there's nothing else you'd like to say, you may go now."
Pei's father was just like before.
Summoning Wen Mian at his whim and dismissing her just as easily.
After the conversation, Wen Mian couldn't wait to leave the Pei Family's mansion as quickly as possible.