"If you know what's good for you, don't appear in front of me again. The Jun family and the Song family have always been at odds. If you keep courting death, I won't mind sending you off to meet the King of Hell." Jun Mochan bent his head slightly, his unwarm eyes locking onto Song Yue.
To outsiders, the two seemed a bit dependent on each other, with Jun Mochan appearing to be gazing down at her.
Song Yue tilted her head slightly; the smile on her face had not yet faded. Even seeing just a profile, the two looked very compatible.
A passing reporter took this photo and posted it online.
It quickly climbed to the top of the trending searches.
The free Luo Qi, by habit, checked Weibo and saw the top red headline: A match between a rich handsome man and a rich beautiful woman.
Curious, she clicked in to have a look. When she saw the people in the photo, she suspected she must be mistaken.
She rubbed her eyes vigorously, but it was still Jun Mochan's face.