She turned and sat in the Panamera.
She didn't go back to the office; she ran through the events in her mind again, feeling a chill run down her spine. She pulled over to the side of the road and took a long while to calm herself before she drove back to Junyue Lanshan.
She was still scared.
To think that someone would go so far as to harm the father who had raised them for the sake of power.
"What are you thinking about?"
Pei Heyan appeared before her, lazily and casually sitting on the sofa. He was dressed in dark-colored home wear, with the top button undone, relaxed and loosely fitting, his legs spread wide as he looked at Wen Tang: "You seem to be in a bad mood."
Wen Tang bit her lower lip, hesitated several times as if she wanted to speak but stopped herself.
Pei Heyan intertwined his fingers, "You're not avoiding the topic with me, are you?"
Wen Tang shook her head.
She wasn't.
She was just wondering whether or not to reveal the truth.
