Feeling a complex gaze fall upon his face, carrying a sense of scrutiny and inquiry, Jun Wuchen suddenly realized he had exposed something.
He quickly adjusted his emotions and said with a smile:
"...This ring is really beautiful."
"Hehe, I think it's beautiful too." Wen Xiao'ai smiled and looked at Jun Moyan, only to see him staring at Jun Wuchen.
And there was something strange about his gaze.
"Jun Moyan?"
Wen Xiao'ai waved her small hand in front of Jun Moyan's eyes.
Jun Moyan withdrew his gaze, picked up chopsticks from the table, and served Wen Xiao'ai some food: "Didn't you say you liked this? Eat more."
"Okay."
Sensing that Jun Moyan might have perceived something, Jun Wuchen spoke up: "Moyan, want to drink?"
Jun Moyan looked up at him, his gaze complex. A few seconds later, he directly picked up the red wine on the table, poured two glasses, and handed one to Jun Wuchen.
The two of them said nothing and simply started drinking.
