Bo Yanching drove her home, deliberately slowing the speed of the car, but even as he waited, the young girl did not speak.
"Don't take Kang Xiangyue's words to heart."
Nan Jiaojiao propped up her jaw, watching the scenery recede outside the window. When she heard his voice, she turned her head and met his sidelong gaze directly.
"Ah?" She opened her mouth slightly, then suddenly said, "No, I do mind that."
Bo Yanching gave her a surprised look, thinking the young girl must be nervous.
"She still didn't say how much you're worth."
Bo Yanching: "..."
This girl!
Nan Jiaojiao couldn't hold back her laughter, "I'm joking. Uncle, don't take it seriously."
Bo Yanching's narrow eyes swept over her face. The smile there was youthful and bold. He turned the steering wheel slightly, looked ahead, and said, "The Kang Family and the Old Lady have some connection, but I have nothing to do with Kang Xiangyue."
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