Madam Jun gathered her wits and viewed Jun Moyan's look as a challenge to her authority, her anger flared even more:
"...you dare talk back, do you even acknowledge me, this old woman, anymore?"
Jun Moyan was just about to say something when Qing Yi grabbed his arm and hissed in a tense whisper:
"...Third Young Master."
He knew Jun Moyan had suffered too much injustice and suppression in the Jun Family over the years, his emotions piled high,
but if he lost his composure and vented tonight, though he might feel relieved, he would definitely regret it afterward.
Of course, this regret would naturally be towards Grandpa Jun and Jun Wuchen.
He had silently endured for so many years, there was really no need to completely fall out with them now.
After all, no matter how they behaved, they were still his family.
