Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao'ai's aggrieved expression, his hand gripping the pen tightened.
It took him a while before he finally uttered, "Don't mention him in front of me ever again."
"Who?"
"Ye Qi."
Wen Xiao'ai faltered, "Why?"
"I don't like him."
"Why have you suddenly started to dislike him? You used to…"
"I used to dislike him, and now I dislike him even more."
He had thought he was her brother, but he had never imagined…
"You clearly weren't like this before, and you've never even met him, how can you say you don't like him?"
"If I met him, I would definitely dislike him even more!" Jun Moyan said firmly, his face stern.
"Brother Ye Qi is really nice, really really nice. Everyone in our clan likes him." Wen Xiao'ai started to feel anxious upon hearing Jun Moyan's dislike for Ye Qi.
"I said I don't like him, and you're not allowed to like him either." Jun Moyan spoke forcefully, for the first time disregarding Wen Xiao'ai's feelings with such firm words.
