"Have you really thought about this matter?" Did you ever consider our Pei Family's well-being? Pei Zhiyao, you don't care about this family at all!"
"I usually don't say anything, but what you're doing now is too much; if I don't speak up, it's just not fair to others!"
Pei Zhiyao's father yelled furiously, clearly very unsatisfied with his son's disobedience.
At the door, Wen Mian and Pei Qingqing exchanged glances, their emotions speaking volumes without words.
"Pei Zhiyao, can you still manage the company properly?"
Peeking through the crack in the door, Pei Zhiyao hung his head in silence, unresponsive for a long while.
"Speak up!"
Pei's father continued to shout, his voice sharp, piercing through the eardrum.
This made Wen Mian shiver unconsciously.
The woman's hands trembled, and she very much wanted to go in and persuade them to stop.
But Pei Qingqing stood in front of her, blocking Wen Mian's way.