Pei Zhiyao's words were incredibly clear, it was nothing more than a refusal to help Du Weizhe pursue Wen Mian.
He had already provided him with an opportunity and would definitely not help him a second time.
If Wen Mian truly ended up with Du Weizhe, Pei Zhiyao couldn't even imagine what he would do afterward.
However, from the other end of the phone came a voice filled with sighs, clearly dissatisfied with Pei Zhiyao's decision.
"President Pei, are you really not going to help me? If you don't help me, I really don't know what to do."
The man sighed again, his voice reaching Pei Zhiyao's ear and causing him to frown in annoyance.
"It's you who wants to pursue Wen Mian, not me. Why should I help you?"
The phone was suddenly hung up.
Du Weizhe, not finding anyone to help, was naturally frustrated.
At the same time.
Pei Zhiyao, furious, threw his phone down on the desk, and it made a 'thud' as it landed.