Jun Xiaomo was thunderstruck by old man Chi’s reference to her as “fiancée”. This was already the second blow to her. After all, she was already extremely embarrassed by the old man’s allegations that she had lived together in the same room as Ye Xiuwen earlier.

Jun Xiaomo coughed dryly and managed to adjust her own expressions.

Ye Xiuwen patted Jun Xiaomo’s head and picked up his cup. He casually swept his gaze over the little packrat lying motionless on the table before he shut his eyes serenely. Then, he took a sip of the tea.

Shao Sirong silently sized up her son’s “love rival”, Ye Xiuwen, and she couldn’t help but exclaim in her heart. Although this man’s appearances had been ruined, he was nevertheless a warm, caring and dignified person with an air of steadfastness about him. These were all qualities that her own son did not possess.

Thus, Shao Sirong rubbed her temples helplessly – There’s no way our child can compare with Ye Xiuwen.

Everyone was deep in their own thoughts at this moment, and the air about them grew heavy and still. But this was only for a moment, because a new development broke the silence very quickly.

Rong Ruihan had just awakened.

Jun Xiaomo’s keen auditory senses immediately picked up on the rustling coming from behind her. She looked back, and she immediately saw Rong Ruihan rubbing his forehead with his clenched fists as he...