"Meow~" Wen Xiao'ai called out to Jun Moyan with a hint of grievance.
I won't eat that much ever again.
Jun Moyan's lips curled slightly, and he finally took a step forward.
Approaching the table, he looked down at it from above, "Would you dare not listen to me and eat that much again next time?"
"Meow~"
Wen Xiao'ai shook her head: No more, it's too uncomfortable.
Only then did Jun Moyan pick it up and walk out of the private room.
Wen Xiao'ai was a bit angry; he must have done it on purpose.
Annoying, I didn't eat that much of yours, stingy.
Carrying Wen Xiao'ai downstairs, Jun Moyan's phone rang in his pocket at that moment.
Taking out his phone and glancing at the caller ID, Jun Moyan answered the call directly.
"Third Young Master, I lost track of Ais," from the other end of the phone came Hong Yi's voice, tinged with frustration and self-reproach.
Jun Moyan's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
