"Xiaoguai, Second Brother and Grandpa have come," Jun Moyan put down his phone and raised his hand to pat the small head lying on his lap.
"Have Second Brother and Grandpa moved in to live with us?" Wen Xiao'ai sounded listless, but her eyes still sparkled when she heard they had arrived.
"No, they brought Wuyang here to seek treatment from the drunkard."
"Treatment?"
"Have you forgotten what you did?" Jun Moyan said with a half-smile.
Remembering the incident, Wen Xiao'ai suddenly perked up, stood up, and pulled Jun Moyan to go out.
"Let's go, let's see. Wuyang must look super, super ugly right now. Jun Moyan, later on you have to mock him mercilessly, don't be polite, just laugh at him. If he dares to say anything about you, I'll make him itchy for another half a month."
Jun Moyan looked at the excited Wen Xiao'ai, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. This little rascal was just too mischievous.
