Jun Wuchen hesitated for a moment, but finally placed it on the armrest.
From her position on the wheelchair's armrest, Wen Xiao'ai indeed had a clear view of Jun Moyan.
"Third Young Master," Ji Hongyan greeted Jun Moyan with a gentle voice.
The voice, tinged with a touch of coquettish softness accompanied by a shy expression, would make most men feel a stir in their hearts; however, Jun Moyan only felt disgust.
This affected tone couldn't compare with the sweet meow of his little Xiaoguai.
And the cloying scent of her perfume was worlds apart from Xiaoguai's milky fragrance.
Jun Moyan thought to himself and instinctively turned to look at Wen Xiao'ai, who, without his knowing when, had climbed onto the armrest and was now staring at him with deep blue eyes...
Was she looking at... Ji Hongyan?
This little thing, does she fall for every one she sees?
Wen Xiao'ai conveyed: Where in my eyes did you see love?
