Wen Xiao'ai didn't find Jun Moyan in the room and came to the outer hall, but she still didn't see him.
"Jun Moyan?"
"Jun Moyan, are you there?"
Just as Wen Xiao'ai was getting anxious in her search, a gentle jingling came from the bell on her wrist, and a white figure appeared before her.
"Baozi."
Seeing the young man finally appear, Wen Xiao'ai was both angry and worried, placing her hands on her hips, she huffed and said:
"Baozi, what on earth have you been doing? I've been calling you, and you won't come out, nor will you answer me. I've been worried sick about you."
"Sister, I'm sorry, I..." The boy guiltily lowered his head.
Ever since he noticed the unusual emotion between the drunkard and Qing Yi, his heart hurt so much he didn't want to see anyone.
"Don't tell me sorry, what on earth is wrong with you? If you're unhappy, you can tell me. You've been hiding inside and not coming out, I even thought something had happened to you."
"I'm fine, just in a bad mood."
