Everyone's gaze had already uniformly fallen onto Pei Zhiyao.
If one didn't know better, they might have thought there was some kind of conflict between the two.
But looking at Ling Yuyan's bloodshot eyes, Pei Zhiyao's heart was filled only with fury and resentment.
"What on earth do you want?"
Ling Yuyan stepped forward again, her heated gaze fixated on Wen Mian and Pei Zhiyao's hands.
Even in front of everyone, Pei Zhiyao did not shy away.
She began to speak, but before she could continue, Pei Zhiyao interrupted her.
"Whatever you have to say, say it later."
His words were brief, his voice deep, void of any emotion.
It also made Wen Mian standing beside him tremble throughout her body.
Looking up, Pei Zhiyao's face was dark, his gaze particularly piercing.
His presence was enough to scare Ling Yuyan into silence.
Indeed, Ling Yuyan closed her mouth, watching as the two left.
Despite her unwillingness, Ling Yuyan didn't dare to step forward and stop them.