But no matter what they wanted to do, if they dared to harm the people he cared about, Jun Moyan wouldn't hesitate to go all out against them in a do-or-die battle, even if they were more powerful than demons themselves.
Jun Moyan didn't say anything further; he turned around and was about to call Wen Xiao'ai to prepare to leave when Jun Qing's voice suddenly rang out, "Moyan."
Jun Moyan stopped in his tracks but didn't turn towards him, just waiting for him to finish what he was saying.
"Don't you have anything you want to say to Dad?" Jun Qing looked at Jun Moyan, who treated him like a stranger, and couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.
Jun Moyan slightly lowered his gaze; his long eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Without turning his head, Jun Moyan could imagine Jun Qing's expectant yet anxious expression.
Jun Qing watched his back, full of anticipation, but didn't receive a single word in response.
