Bo Yanching's breath hitched slightly, "Think carefully?"
"Think?"
Nan Jiaojiao paused while stirring her coffee and started speaking shyly, "You worked hard last night, and yet you can still get out of bed today. It's very, very inspiring."
What kind of tone was that, hinting at things unsaid?
The man pressed his temper, "Think again."
Nan Jiaojiao looked up and saw Lu Zhenzhen forming words with her lips, asking her what was going on, and she shook her head, "Really, there's nothing."
Bo Yanching raised his hand, his curved knuckles pressing against his brow, "Sweetheart, you called the police."
The word "sweetheart" had brought the temperature of the entire conference room down to freezing.
Everyone was focused intently on the documents in front of them, their ears perked up, each higher than the next. They were curious about the gossip but dared not provoke Master Bo, looking as though they were freshly dug up from the ground due to the stress.
Sweetheart?