At this moment, Yun Zhijuan from the old Yun Family residence sneezed inexplicably.
He raised his head and glanced at the TV where his baby apprentice was showing an unhappy expression, then shivered slightly and timidly hugged himself.
He should not have done anything wrong... right?
Yun Sang diligently brought tea and served it to Yun Zhijuan.
"Uncle, were those people you called over? I see my sister and Qimo seemed quite surprised."
He's not part of Feng Ting's circle, but he also understands that this kind of lineup and display is definitely not just these leaders suddenly getting a conscience; there must be someone pushing behind the scenes.
Thinking back and forth, this person seems to only be his unreliable uncle.
Yun Zhijuan took the teacup with a grandparent's air and proudly responded with a hmph.
This was one of his few moments of highlight at home.
"I've always said that Mianmian and Qimo won't be in any trouble."
