"Of course."
Wen Mian's tone was particularly firm. As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Moxuan's expression changed immediately.
He stopped wasting words and instead looked at Wen Mian warily, then issued a warning with his gaze, "You can answer the call, but you must not say anything unrelated. And absolutely do not say that I am here with you."
The implication was clear—everything Zhao Moxuan had done must not be revealed.
Wen Mian composed herself, her mind racing to figure out how to resolve this.
How could she subtly make Pei Zhiyao aware of her danger?
Just as she hesitated, the call ended.
The screen returned to the wallpaper.
Zhao Moxuan's heart skipped a beat, but Wen Mian quickly caught this fleeting emotion.
"You don't have much time left."
Her voice sounded like a warning.
Disjointed words floated to Zhao Moxuan's ears.
