Is this cat… pointing her out?
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao'ai's eager expression and his gaze shifted toward Jun Wuyang, who was seated at the head of the table.
Jun Wuyang slightly furrowed his brows; this damn cat was really spoiling things.
Their eyes met, with Jun Wuyang's arrogance almost undisguised,
Seeing that the plan had failed, not even slightly panicked or worried, instead, he smiled proudly at Jun Moyan, his eyes filled with provocation.
He was certain that Jun Moyan would not dare to expose him openly.
After all, he had attempted to kill Jun Moyan not once but many times using various methods, and Jun Moyan was very aware of this, yet he never sought revenge.
The reason was simple; within the Jun Family, he had no footing.
And he had always to consider the feelings of Old Master Jun.
Jun Moyan's hand, which rested on his lap, clenched slightly before he averted his gaze and spoke again, "Qing Yi, take it away."
