"Stop trying to sidetrack me..."
"The moment I let my guard down, you label me a jerk. Kid, do you think I'm being wronged?"
Nan Jiaojiao fell silent.
Seeing her apparent softening stance, Bo Yanching felt a sense of relief internally. Luckily, she was still willing to be coaxed. That's all he needed—just let her blow off some steam over a small misunderstanding.
But as his mind drifted, he tried pushing it a bit further, "I haven't asked you yet, who was the man standing next to you earlier? You called him Brother Xiao, did you have to sound so affectionate?"
"A potential match."
So it really was!
He thought she was just messing with him!
His expression immediately darkened, "What potential match? Where did he come from? What's his background? Who introduced you?"
With each question he asked, Nan Jiaojiao tilted her neck back slightly, but his arms around her were steady, not allowing her any distance.
