With Pei Zhiyao's personal permission, Wen Mian's comings and goings at the company were as free as can be.
And today's incident was widely spread by everyone.
The rumor had affected Pei Qingqing's mood.
"Where did you just go?"
Upon entering the office, a bout of cold air hit her in the face.
Pei Zhiyao sat down calmly, with an air of interrogation about him.
Wen Mian sniffled and didn't want to tell Pei Zhiyao the truth.
"Nowhere much, just doing my usual work," she replied.
"What kind of work is so important that you can't even push it aside? Didn't I tell you, as long as I have a command for you, you must be the first to arrive? The work isn't as important. I can settle things for you behind your back," he said.
Wen Mian, of course, knew this.
Unfortunately, she hadn't been working but dealing with Chen Meiqi.
To avoid arousing Pei Zhiyao's suspicions, Wen Mian had to come up with an excuse.
The lie was glaringly obvious.