It was as if the person who had forcibly changed Wen Xiao'ai's pants just now wasn't him at all.
Wen Xiao'ai huffed, her little bottom shifting to the side, moving farther away from Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan's behavior this morning was too annoying, and she was going to stay mad at him for at least three hours before she'd speak to him again.
As the two were eating breakfast, two figures walked in through the door.
The Drunkard and Qing Yi looked at the pair dining in the hall and found it odd.
"Why are you eating here?" the Drunkard asked casually.
Seeing that neither of them replied, the Drunkard didn't mind and went straight to sit down on the couch.
He then addressed Jun Moyan, "What did you want to see me for?"
Jun Moyan took a sip of milk and frowned slightly; he never drank it and didn't like it either.
