Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows, "You seem like the bad uncle who corrupts kids."
Bo Yanching laughed, a laugh that was incredibly enticing.
He took away the cigarette, placed both hands beside Nan Jiaojiao's body, leaned down, and encircled her in his arms, "Uncle has even worse things, want to know what they are?"
Nan Jiaojiao instinctively stepped back, her eyes flickering, unable to fix on his face, she felt inexplicably panicked.
Bo Yanching didn't stop her, he advanced as much as she retreated, suddenly wrapping his arm around her waist, and asked in a low voice, "Are you and Han Qi so close that you can casually flip through each other's phones?"
A surge of anxiety jumped in Nan Jiaojiao's heart.
She pursed her lips, unusually wanting to explain, "Last time I went to his private room, he had downloaded the surveillance footage to show me, I was there to ask him to delete the video."
Bumping into him was purely accidental.