"Sorry, I need to take this call."
In the past, Wen Mian would never have been so eager to answer Pei Zhiyao's calls.
Today, with Chen Meiqi present, Wen Mian couldn't wait to find an excuse to leave as soon as possible.
The woman raised her hand to cover the receiver and screen, and Chen Meiqi didn't notice who was on the other end of the call.
The moment she answered, Pei Zhiyao cleared his throat and said, "What are you doing?"
The man hadn't seen Wen Mian for a long time, and his longing was about to burst forth.
"I'm outside."
Wen Mian told the truth without any attempt to conceal it.
But the woman's indifferent voice was like a bucket of cold water, pouring down on Pei Zhiyao.
Before long, Pei Zhiyao fell silent for a moment, searching for an excuse with haughty defiance.
"I have something for you. Come to the Pei Group, pick up the item, then you can leave."
"Now?"
Pei Zhiyao remained expressionless, his tone unchanged.