Her family never allowed her to know these things, and she was content to play her role as the young lady.
"Now I'm relieved, come, sit here next to me," Jun Mochan patted the spot beside him.
Song Yue looked at him suspiciously, not sitting down immediately.
Today's Jun Mochan was too abnormal, abnormally enough to make her feel uneasy.
The light ink in Jun Mochan's eyes faded, revealing his most genuine gaze, like prime ink jade, quietly observing Song Yue.
Song Yue stood up; she quickly glanced around, and when she saw young master Song approaching from the side, her face darkened.
"Jun Mochan, you…"
He actually dared to scheme against her!
"Just a small lesson, if you keep pestering me annoyingly, next time it won't be someone from the Song family coming."
He was capable of anything; she should have been clear on that.
"Little sister, come home with me," young master Song's face was dark as pitch.
Reluctantly, Song Yue followed him.