Sikong Anye and the others were walking away when they heard Jun Moxie speak. Then, Sikong Anye turned to Duanmu Chaofan, and smiled. He then exclaimed, "This brat is extremely shameless. He reminds me of your youth!"
Duanmu Chaofan got extremely angry at this. So, he grabbed the other party's arm and replied, "Me… how… no… no… no… no…"
Sikong Anye raised his hands in surrender. He smiled even though he looked like he was going to cry. He spoke to his counterpart, but it seemed as if he was in pain, "My bad, brother. I shouldn't have irritated you. Listening to you speak is very painful. Change it for me! Why won't you? Damn it, I've tried to change this lousy habit of your speech for decades, but it's still the same!"
Dongfang Wenqing pushed Jun Wuyi's wheelchair ahead, and came to a stop in front of Jun Moxie amidst all that confusion.
Jun Wuyi raised his eyebrows, and smiled helplessly as he looked at his nephew. Then, he gently asked, "You?"
