Still want your face? (2)

Saying that, Li Moying pointed towards Cang Po Jun's direction.

Cang Po Jun was still holding on to the dried food as he chewed on it and he had not expected that without any warning, his own Master actually threw a pan over, scaring so much that he almost choked to death.

"Cough cough, cough cough, Young Miss Meng, it's not me..." He wanted to deny but when he met with Li Moying's icy cold gaze, he could only flusteredly change his words, "This…. saving you took very slight effort so you don't need to mind it too much..."

However, Meng Wan'er seemed as though she didn't hear what he said and lifted her head up as her gaze shot towards Li Moying sentimentally.