He knew that Wen Mian definitely didn't have her phone.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have ignored his calls and left him worrying the entire morning.
The redness and swelling on her wrist and palm were slowly subsiding.
But Pei Zhiyao's gentle actions showed no intention of stopping there.
If the inflammation and pain weren't addressed quickly, it might leave scars that would affect both her daily life and her appearance.
Wen Mian could tell that Pei Zhiyao was fuming beside her.
His chest was rising and falling heavily.
If he walked out now to face the relatives, he might end up getting into a fight.
The look he had just shot toward Pei Father wasn't particularly friendly, and Wen Mian was genuinely afraid he might do something reckless.
Looking into Pei Zhiyao's enraged eyes, Wen Mian's heart involuntarily tightened.
"When we go out later, don't get into conflicts with them."
As Pei Zhiyao remained silent, Wen Mian clasped his hand.
