"From now on we're husband and wife, so stop scowling all day long, lest people say the Jun Family lacks manners," the head of the table, Mrs. Jun, said as she glanced at Jun Moyan, impatience clear in her eyes.
Husband and wife?
What's going on?
Wen Xiao'ai blinked.
This wretched woman and Jun Moyan are married?
No, the old lady spoke of the future.
That definitely won't do, this wretched woman is no match for Jun Moyan.
Though Jun Moyan might have a bad temper, such a handsome face should not be spoiled by this wretched woman; that would truly be a waste of heavenly proportions.
Just thinking about it was suffocating.
She had to hurry and restore her mana to speak up and stop Jun Moyan.
Xiaocha and Sister Hong Yi are a thousand times better than this wretched woman.
What is Jun Moyan thinking?
"I am injured, and the doctor advised against drinking," Jun Moyan said, his gaze firm on Jun Wuyang who was seated at the head of the table.
