"I will take good care of him," Shangguan Yu replied.
The phrase 'take care of' was said through gritted teeth.
He turned around, looked at Jun Moyan, and raised his fist: "You're ruthless."
Then he looked towards Wen Xiao'ail, asking with a hint of doubt, "Are you really Xiaoguai's owner?"
Wen Xiao'ai nodded: "Yes, I am."
"Well, now I know why you agreed so readily that day, and here I was grateful to you. Is this how you play me?" Shangguan Yu pointed furiously at Jun Moyan's nose.
Jun Moyan didn't even glance at him, but pulled Wen Xiao'ai towards the nearest table filled with pastries and drinks.
"Hey, where are you going?" Shangguan Yu hurriedly followed.
Since most of the guests tonight were female, Lady Shangguan had arranged a variety of exquisite Western sweets and Chinese pastries, clearly showing how much hope she had placed in this so-called celebration banquet.
Looking at the table filled with a dazzling array of delicate desserts, Wen Xiao'ai's eyes lit up.