Zhou Jian Kong sat as still as a statue, his gaze disapproving and a rather upset. "I told you not to come, and yet, you actually have the face to come and ruin this day for her too? Haven't you done enough?" The woman flinches back at the accusation and disappointment in his voice, her head lowers further, the gift in her hands almost falling out of her hands as it seemed to be heavier than lead. Jian Kong sighed softly while massaging his temples lightly, "Yun Yi."