Wen Mian didn't know what she had said wrong.
As soon as she had finished speaking, Pei Zhiyao was so angry that he got up and left.
His decisive appearance didn't contain a trace of hesitation.
Even his actions were swift and resolute, which surprised Wen Mian who was lying in bed.
"You clean up by yourself; I'm leaving."
As his words fell, the door 'bang' closed.
Wen Mian, who was already confused, now seemed even more at a loss.
But it was also good.
Fortunately, Pei Zhiyao didn't trouble her.
By then, it was time to go to work, so Wen Mian, alone, got everything in order and promptly went to work at the institute after waking up.
But on her way there, a motorcycle brushed past Wen Mian.
The whoosh of the wind echoed in the woman's ear.
Before Wen Mian could react, the motorcycle had already grazed her bag as it sped by.
"Damn..."
The woman couldn't help but exclaim in shock, then looked down at her bag.