"Don't come closer. With all these people you've involved, are you trying to watch me become a laughingstock?"
Wen Mian glanced at Pei Zhiyao with a complex look in her eyes, her body language resistant.
Without saying much, it was clear she really didn't want to talk to Pei Zhiyao at that moment.
As Pei Zhiyao took a step forward, Wen Mian continued:
"I'll have you know, what you're doing today is of no use to me. If anything, it only makes me resent you more."
His brows furrowed, he tried to inch closer but was repelled by Wen Mian's words.
He understood that anything more he'd say would probably be met with sarcasm from Wen Mian.
Better to just keep quiet.
Pei Zhiyao knew better than anyone that Wen Mian was taking this opportunity to mock him.
Her purpose was to leave.
Realizing this, Pei Zhiyao simply halted, neither advancing nor intercepting.
Seizing the chance, Wen Mian dashed out of the room.
The already silent space grew even more silent.