Her legs began to move uncontrollably, struggling, Wen Tang stood in shock, a wave of fear washing over her.
Pei Heyan's expression fell into contemplation, yet he didn't interrupt.
"Mom, what are you talking about?" She moved closer to Wen Lan, straightening her body.
Wen Lan, frightened, pushed Wen Tang away and ran to another corner, staring intently at the two of them.
Pei Heyan felt a wave of distress, checking Wen Tang's palm, which was a shade of red.
"You go to the office first, leave the rest to me."
As the words fell, Wen Tang shook her head, retracting her arm, and said thoughtfully, "No, I've changed my mind."
She stopped trying to approach Wen Lan and instead took two steps back, returning to the dining table to sit down. As if nothing had happened, she stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth, chewing and swallowing it.
