Nan Jiaojiao didn't catch the grinding tone in his voice as she happily slurped her noodles, waving her hand and saying, "Sure, as long as the payment is good."
The cigarette in Bo Yanching's hand was pinched in half.
If only it had stayed in the factory.
Dealing with such a pair, one hard to provoke, the other unmovable, it all fell on this cigarette in the end.
Bo Yanching was so annoyed by her that he lost his appetite, wanted to smoke but feared the smell would bother her, so he just held the lighter, occasionally flipping it open and closed, not rushing her, just patiently waiting.
His phone rang, Bo Yanching glanced at the caller ID, then looked at Nan Jiaojiao before answering.
"It's me."
"Uncle, it's Shichu, have you had breakfast?"
Bo Yanching leaned back, his eyebrows slightly raised, watching Nan Jiaojiao eat her noodles, "I'm eating."
"I just saw your car on the road and thought I'd say hello," Shen Shichu said cautiously, trying to please.