After Nan Yan brought the Xiaobao brothers and sisters to the Dongcheng Villa, he asked Jun Xiaomo to take the Xiaobao brothers and sisters down, and he followed Jun Juechen to the room.

This was also the second time Nan Yan came to his room. Compared with the previous tit-for-tat confrontation, Nan Yan's expression was much calmer this time, and he said calmly: "Take off your clothes first."

Jun Juechen's cold and arrogant eyes passed over Nan Yan's face, but he still took off his shirt in front of her.

When she saw Jun Juechen's skin, Nan Yan took a deep breath.

On the man's skin, there were countless scars, all densely spread all over his body, as ferocious as earthworms, and even more creepy.

Looking at Nan Yan's frozen steps, Jun Juechen's lips curled into a sneer: "Are you afraid?"

At this moment, Nan Yan's head felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He looked at the injury on Jun Juechen's back and did not look away for a long time.

"Where did these injuries come from? Will Jun Xiaomo experience the same thing as you in the future?"

Jun Juechen's sneer suddenly froze, and his black eyes scrutinized Jun Juechen.

"This is just the training I have received since childhood. If I didn't fight my way out, I wouldn't be where I am today."

If he hadn't led Jun Yifeng to fight a bloody road back then, I'm afraid they would have died in that palace that eats people without spitting out their bones.

To this day, he has never mentioned these things to anyone. Only the scars on his body always remind him of what happened back then.

Nan Yan clenched her fists tightly, her heart throbbing in pain: "Did you suffer so many injuries just for training? What about Jun Xiaomo, will you let him be like you?"

"Why should my son be afraid of these injuries?" Jun Juechen raised the corners of his lips and sneered again and again.

This sentence made Nan Yan's face turn red, and he angrily raised the cup on the table and smashed it hard in front of Jun Juechen.

Jun Juechen's face gradually darkened. He looked at the jade cup that was smashed on the ground, narrowed his eyes and stared at Nan Yan coldly: "Nan! Yan!"

"Mo'er is still a child, why do you insist on taking everything that happened to you on him?" Her eyes were burning with rage.

Whenever she thought that Jun Xiaomo would be hurt like this in the future, her heart ached as if being torn apart by a hand.

Jun Juechen's black eyes were cold and cold, looking at Nan Yanqi's red face indifferently: "He is my son, don't you think you are meddling in other people's business?"

Nan Yan sneered: "You also know that he is your son? How have you treated him these years? He has endured so many grievances and hardships at a young age, but what about you? What have you done for him?"

"It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks about what I do!"

There was a sneer on Jun Juechen's lips.

What happened to him back then was something he had no choice but to do. Now that Jun Xiaomo has his protection, he will certainly not encounter those hardships again.

But he won't tell Nan Yan this. He wants to see if this woman really cares about Jun Xiaomo, or if she is using Jun Xiaomo to protect her son.

Nan Yan clasped her palms tightly and tried her best to calm down the anger in her heart: "I will make another request. I will cure all the wounds on your body. The premise is that Jun Xiaomo is not allowed to undergo this kind of training."

Jun Juechen's cold eyes narrowed slightly and he said coldly: "I can only agree to one request of yours. You have already asked me to protect your son. I will not accept any other requests."

Nan Yan was almost driven mad by Jun Juechen. Jun Xiaomo was his son, Jun Juechen, and he actually used his own son to force her!
Chapter completed!