Seeing Jun Wuyang call for her, Madam Jun just naturally took the opportunity to sit down with a hmph, no longer speaking.
Wen Xiao'ai looked at Jun Wuyang, who was wrapped up like a zongzi, feeling a bit excited inside.
The old lady was short-tempered; if she became ill out of anger and later blamed it on Jun Moyan, even Grandfather would be upset.
So let's annoy someone else~
Wen Xiao'ai's gaze fell on Jun Wuyang, and the little demon inside her started to stir up trouble again.
She feigned a face of curiosity and surprise.
"Oh, who is this, wrapping themselves up like a giant zongzi, looking so much like a villain?"
As she spoke, Wen Xiao'ai even made a scared and defensive expression, as though she truly feared this villain might harm her.
"Grandfather, is he one of yours? Why is he dressed like that?"
Wen Xiao'ai's tone of voice and the clarity in her eyes made it impossible to detect any hint of deliberately pretending to be confused to mock someone.
