It was rare for someone to always carry around the snacks she liked for someone else.
However, Moyan lacked such a lively, cheerful, and smiling girl by his side.
Her outgoing personality was also quite endearing.
"I really do like," Jun Moyan said, watching Wen Xiao’ai, whose face was always smiling and who was full of energy, and he couldn’t help but smile slightly too.
This was Xiaoguai, of course, he liked her.
"Like? Do you like me?" Wen Xiao’ai asked Jun Moyan.
"Hehe, I like you too, so very much," Wen Xiao’ai said giggling, embracing one of Jun Moyan’s arms.
Jun Moyan lifted his hand and gently stroked her nose tip, his eyes brimming with doting affection.
"Cough, cough..." Jun Wuchen placed a fist to his mouth and coughed lightly twice.
"Wuchen, are you not feeling well?" Wen Xiao’ai asked with concern.
"Yes... indeed," Jun Wuchen replied with a half-smile, his gaze, laced with ambiguity, making Jun Moyan somewhat puzzled.
"Are you sick?" Xiao’ai reached out to touch Jun Wuchen’s forehead.
But before her hand even made contact, Jun Moyan intercepted it halfway.
"It’s nothing, it’s nothing," Jun Wuchen thought to himself how truly naive this girl was.
"Have you visited grandfather yet? Grandfather will surely like Xiao’ai a lot," Jun Wuchen asked Jun Moyan.
"During the family banquet later, elder brother and grandma, and possibly uncle, will definitely have objections to Xiao’ai..." Jun Wuchen said, worried.
"I brought Xiao’ai here for you and grandfather to meet."
As for the others, they haven’t cared since I was young, wanting to interfere now?
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Jun Wuchen glanced at the innocently-faced Wen Xiao’ai and sighed softly.
"Don’t let her be wronged."
"No one can make her suffer,"
including himself, no one.
Jun Wuchen nodded slightly, "Then let’s head over."
Jun Moyan reached out to help push Jun Wuchen’s wheelchair, but Wen Xiao’ai volunteered straight away.
"I’ll do it, I’ll push Wuchen."
Wen Xiao’ai’s constant reference to ’Wuchen’ was actually comforting to Jun Moyan.
"You think you can push me?" Jun Wuchen said with a smile.
"I can, I’m very strong," Wen Xiao’ai said as she began to move the wheelchair, with Jun Moyan lending a hand to push together.
"Wuchen, I... no, I have a friend, his medical skills are extremely impressive. When the opportunity arises, I’ll bring him over to look at your legs; he will surely be able to heal them,"
Wen Xiao’ai really wished she could bring the Medicine King to Jun Wuchen right then.
"Really?" the one who asked was Jun Moyan.
"Yes, we all call him Medicine King, he is truly very skilled."
Jun Wuchen looked at the lollipop in his hand, smiled slightly, thanked her verbally, but wasn’t actually holding much hope.
After all, his illness had lasted so many years.
He had seen doctor after doctor, and consumed piles of medicines, yet nothing had worked.
But to have such thoughtfulness from someone was indeed rare.
Jun Wuchen didn’t know Wen Xiao’ai’s condition, but Jun Moyan did.
The so-called impressive medical skills in Xiaoguai’s words were definitely not like those of a drunkard.
After all, the friend she mentioned was also a Demon.
If Xiaoguai had the ability to save people, all the more the Demon who was skilled in medicine.
In that case, there might really be hope for Wuchen’s legs.
But when that time comes, would Xiaoguai also be taken back by her family?
When the three of them arrived at the front yard, the family banquet had already started.
As soon as the three of them appeared, dozens of eyes were all fixed on Wen Xiao’ai.