"Where's Wen Mian?"
"Miss Wen? She left early this morning. I asked where she was going, but she didn't answer. I thought she had contacted Mr. Pei. Is something wrong, Mr. Pei?"
"It's nothing."
Asking the servants was unlikely to yield any useful information.
Wen Mian hadn't said anything to him, and she'd left hastily in the morning and still hadn't returned.
This inevitably stirred a sense of worry in Pei Zhiyao's heart.
Thinking of this, he sent her a message, yet Wen Mian did not reply.
Repeated calls for inquiry continued, but Wen Mian's phone stubbornly remained unresponsive.
During this time, Pei Zhiyao even attempted to call her, only to find that her phone was turned off.
This instantaneously brought panic upon Pei Zhiyao.
With dinner time approaching, Pei Zhiyao couldn't focus on eating. He grabbed his coat and was ready to rush out the door.
It wasn't until he reached the doorway that a message from his father came through.
