What was supposed to be a nice family dinner had once again descended into chaos.
Wen Xiao'ai felt like she was about to explode; her fists were clenched tight, her "cat ears" almost bursting with anger.
How detestable, how utterly annoying these people were.
"Hmph..." Moyan Jun scoffed coldly, his eyes full of indifference.
He ignored Jun Qing's words, unwilling to speak any surplus remarks, and immediately began pulling Wen Xiao'ai away.
"If you leave, don't bother coming back," the elder Mrs. Jun proclaimed from behind.
Her voice was full of vigor, not at all like someone about to suffer a heart attack from anger.
Moyan Jun's steps halted, and after two seconds, he turned around to face the elder Mrs. Jun.
Then his gaze swept over the faces of those so-called relatives from the Jun Family, intentionally avoiding the worried faces of Wuyang Jun and the elder Mr. Jun.
Finally, he slightly moved his lips and spoke:
