Because of accidentally kissing her last ti...
Even though Hong Yi broke his arm, he felt that was enough to balance things out, yet he still couldn’t get over it in his heart.
These days, while Hong Yi was in the Holy City, he often deliberately appeared in front of her, wanting to find a chance to apologize, but it never worked out...
This ti was the sa...
He really just wanted to apologize, but who knew his mind would go blank, and he ended up inviting her to a birthday banquet, even making up nonsense like his grandfather liking her...
Bai Tang was both annoyed and had a headache.
He felt that every ti he encountered her, he beca unlike himself, so he should stay away from her!
Turning around, he resolutely left.
— Capital City
"Hey, Third Young Master, Hong Yi has already sent the shady information and evidence about what Wells has been secretly doing. I’ve anonymously sent it to his mortal enemy. I believe he will make good use of it."
"Hmm."
Jun Moyan responded lightly and then ended the call with Qing Yi.
He pushed open the door and walked in.
The empty room, with cold air constantly pouring into his hollow heart, made even breathing make his chest and throat ache.
Jun Moyan stood at the doorway, staring at the room for a long ti, then slowly closed the door behind him and sat down by the bed.
His world seed to quiet down entirely with the departure of Wen Xiao’ai.
He didn’t even have the energy to deal with the matter concerning Wells.
A person who was once so spirited and full of life now seed soulless, just an empty shell.
During the past three days of illness, he had lost a lot of weight, his facial features appearing colder and more chiseled, evoking both sympathy and intimidation.
The phone in his pocket rang, but Jun Moyan had no intention of answering it; he just let it ring.
However, the more he listened, the more irritated he beca.
His emotions began to turn sensitive and volatile.
Finally, suppressing the urge to throw the phone, he pulled it out.
Seeing the caller ID, the impatience in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complex expression.
"...Second Brother."
"Moyan, are you busy? Why didn’t you answer the phone?" Jun Wuchen’s enchanting voice ca through the phone.
"No... Is there sothing you need, Second Brother?"
"What’s the matter, can’t I call you without a reason?" Jun Wuchen joked with a laugh.
Jun Moyan opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but he had no mood to speak.
"..."
"Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. It’s like this, Grandpa and Uncle said they want to host a banquet at the Jun Family next Friday night, inviting family and friends over. My parents will also be back. I don’t need to say why, do I?"
"...How is Second Brother’s leg recovering?"
"Very well, I can run and jump, should be no problem."
"That’s good."
"Then next Friday, you must co back, and make sure to invite Xiao’ai and Mr. Feng as well. Grandpa specifically instructed to thank them in person, and I also need to thank him."
"..."
"Moyan?"
"..."
"Moyan?"
"Hmm, I’m listening..."
"So why did you suddenly stop talking?"
"It’s nothing..."
"What’s wrong? You sound very tired, like you don’t have the energy to speak. Didn’t rest well last night?"
"I’m fine."
"Are you really okay?"
"Yeah, I’m fine."
"Alright, then, rember to bring Xiao’ai and Mr. Feng along when the ti cos."
"Xiao’ai, she..."
"Hmm?"
"..."
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