Wen Xiao'ai curiously went downstairs and stood at the staircase looking at the empty hall.
"Jun Moyan?"
"Xiaocha?"
"Where are you all?"
"Jun..."
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan's voice sounded.
Wen Xiao'ai looked in the direction of the dining area, following the sound, only to see Jun Moyan standing at the entrance looking at her.
Wen Xiao'ai immediately ran to him, approached him, and smilingly asked, "Jun Moyan, is this bought for me?"
Even though she knew, Wen Xiao'ai liked to ask anyway.
"Do you like it?" Jun Moyan raised his hand to touch her little head. Seeing her mood seemed improved, he was happy too.
"I like it, there's so much delicious food." She hadn't realized that food could be arranged as beautifully as flowers.
"I knew you would like it."
"Hehe."
"The meal is ready, let's eat first, and then we can eat more later."
"Okay."
