Bo Yanching brought over the hairdryer, then turned to look for her, but she was already lying on the sofa, as if she knew what was expected of her.
He propped up her shoulder, letting her head rest on his legs, and turned the dryer to a very low setting.
A gentle, warm breeze blew down, and Nan Jiaojiao closed her eyes in comfort.
"I'm not close to the Ye Family, but today was Grandma's 70th birthday, so I had to visit. When I was leaving, I ran into Ye Jun, and he gave me a ride home."
Bo Yanching's hand paused, sensing she had left something out.
"Fancy this brother?"
"Not really," Nan Jiaojiao opened her eyes, her gaze drifting vaguely ahead. "But I don't hate him either. You don't need to check; the Ye Family isn't significant enough for me to be concerned with."
"Alright, you say no checking, so no checking. I'll have Han Chuan withdraw."
"Mhm."
Nan Jiaojiao gave a low acknowledgment, and closed her eyes again.
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