Bo Yanching watched from the side, his eye twitching slightly, as he affectionately patted her on the head.
Poor child, what had she been forced to become.
When Nan Jiaojiao's temper flared up, she was like a little Tibetan mastiff.
For a while, Bo Yanching personally picked her up and dropped her off at school every day, without any reservations, and many classmates saw it, including a senior sister from the laboratory.
For several days in a row, the senior sister brought her milk tea and pastries, but she didn't bring them exclusively for her; all the mentors and classmates in the lab received them.
Yet every time, Nan Jiaojiao got the flavors she liked, and the pastries were always her favorites.
Over time, Nan Jiaojiao came to think of the senior sister as a good person.
One time, she saw the senior sister with a bruised face; when they crossed paths, the senior sister intentionally avoided her without even a greeting.
