"You arrived just in time for dinner," Grandpa Jun said as someone added another set of utensils.
Jun Qing took his seat and smiled at Wen Xiao'ai. "Xiao'ai, right?"
"Mhm," Wen Xiao'ai nodded and responded. She didn't find Jun Qing unpleasant.
Because he was Jun Moyan's father, and mainly because he wasn't like that big bully Jun Wuyang,
"I am Moyan's father," Jun Qing introduced himself.
He well knew he owed his younger son much, so he never demanded anything from him, and sometimes even had to be quite polite with him.
Because he didn't fulfill his duties as a father, he lacked the standing to speak to him with the authority of a father.
"I know," she said.
"I'm very sorry about tonight's incident; I'm afraid it was an inconvenience for you and Moyan," Jun Qing spoke, looking guiltily at Jun Moyan.
"I'm not inconvenienced, it's Jun Moyan who is," Wen Xiao'ai said as she looked toward the silent and expressionless Jun Moyan, feeling indignant on his behalf.
