"What exactly do you want?"
Wen Mian took a cautious step back, but as soon as she moved, Zhao Moxuan seized her again.
This time, Wen Mian had no way to resist Zhao Moxuan.
She could only hold his gaze, sensing Pei Zhiyao's emotions deep in her heart.
She also knew that if she didn't comply, Zhao Moxuan would never let her go.
Thinking of this, Wen Mian swallowed nervously, waiting for Zhao Moxuan's answer.
"Don't rush. Between us, shouldn't we have a little fun first before talking business? Why make the atmosphere so stiff? Relax a bit—we're old friends, after all."
...
At that moment.
Pei Zhiyao arrived at the hotel he was staying at.
After preparing everything, Yan Jun's call came through.
Pei Zhiyao hadn't had the chance to update Wen Mian on his progress, and now he could only answer Yan Jun's call.
"What's up?"
Just two brief words, but they left Yan Jun feeling a pang of bitterness.
