Wen Xiao'ai was so excited, she hugged Brother Ye Qi and kept meowing with joy.
"Brother Ye Qi, Xiao'ai missed you so much."
Jun Moyan stood nearby, watching the two embraced, his large hand unknowingly clenched into a fist, knuckles clicking audibly, and faintly grinding teeth could also be heard.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent and hostility.
The man holding Wen Xiao'ai seemed to sense Jun Moyan's unfriendly gaze.
He looked at Jun Moyan and politely nodded towards him.
This manner and poise made Jun Moyan feel petty.
Ye Qi, it really is him.
Wen Xiao'ai finally released him after a good long hug, holding onto Ye Qi's sleeve, endlessly talking about missing him.
As she spoke, her eyes reddened.
She truly missed him.
Since childhood, except when Brother Ye Qi traveled for study, she had never been separated from him for such a long time.
