Nan Jiaojiao recounted to him the few exchanges she had with Han Qi.
Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, the coldness in Bo Yanching's eyes diminished slightly, but his expression remained stern, "He doesn't pester others, just you?"
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him, then lowered her head, her fingers entwined as she gazed at her own mesmerizing digits.
"Probably, it's because of, this, undeniable, beauty of mine."
"Squeak—!"
The sudden stop jerked Nan Jiaojiao forward harshly, then the seatbelt snapped her back.
Looking at him puzzled, she asked, "Uncle, are you drunk?"
Bo Yanching held his forehead, his brow twitching and the corners of his eyes jumping.
She wasn't exactly speaking with righteous indignation, but how could she shamelessly say those words without even changing her expression.
When Nan Jiaojiao saw a pharmacy by the roadside, she planned to buy some hangover medicine. Just as her hand touched the seatbelt, Bo Yanching pressed it down firmly.