"You...!"
Wen Mian was so angry that the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat.
But just like that, Pei Zhiyao's first call was missed.
The phone screen returned to the wallpaper.
At that moment, Wen Mian's heart was caught in her throat.
If she could, she would snatch the phone in an instant and shout into the receiver: Come save me!
But reality proved that she couldn't do that.
Every move she made was firmly under Zhao Moxuan's control.
"I'm warning you, if I don't return Pei Zhiyao's call, he'll go crazy trying to find me. By then, you'll be discovered soon enough. Aren't you afraid he'll cause you trouble?"
Zhao Moxuan gave her a sidelong glance, seemingly indifferent. "Haven't there been enough times Pei Zhiyao has caused trouble?"
In an instant, Wen Mian fell silent.
Her gaze at Zhao Moxuan was filled with helplessness and vigilance.
At that moment, on the other end of the line, Pei Zhiyao was indeed starting to get anxious.
