Chapter 8

My steps paused for a moment, and then a hand reached out from behind, grabbing my chin, forcing me to turn my head to look at him.

Wen Qun's eyes were deep, hiding his emotions.

I averted my gaze, unwilling to face him: "Of course to have lunch."

"With whom?"

Anger made me brave, and I actually snapped at Wen Qun: "Anyone but you."

"Why?" Wen Qun's fingertip caressed my cheek, "Didn't you always have lunch with your brother before?"

"Why do you have to control so much?"

Saying this, Wen Qun was also unhappy, and I even suspected he might strangle me in a fit of rage.

He frowned, pressing down on my shoulder: "Wen Jiang has grown up and doesn't listen to brother anymore, is that it?"

I just didn't want to pay attention to him, turned my head away and said nothing.

Wen Qun hated it when I acted like this the most, pinching my cheeks to make me turn my head.

I looked up at him, feeling that I was being very stubborn.