"Grandma, it was my inconvenience in my legs that caused the delay,"
Before Jun Moyan could speak, Jun Wuchen had already begun.
"You always speak for him." The old Mrs. Jun was very displeased that her second grandson and Jun Moyan were so close.
After all, she had never accepted Jun Moyan in her heart.
In her eyes, Jun Moyan being so close to Wuchen must have had an ulterior motive, just like her despicable mother.
Moreover, Jun Moyan was considered a harbinger of misfortune, and Wuchen was frail—better not to catch bad luck.
Jun Moyan acted as if he hadn't heard, adjusted Jun Wuchen's wheelchair to a higher position, and helped him into the seat.
But he noticed that the spot next to Jun Wuchen, which should have been his, was now taken.
Jun Wuchen had noticed it too and was wondering what was happening.
Old Mrs. Jun pointed toward the end of the table next to Ji Hongyan.
With a very disdainful tone, she said, "Just sit next to Miss Ji."
