Nan Jiaojiao had never sensed any emotion akin to "panic" from Bo Yanching.
Evidently, the force he was now exerting to pull her into his embrace revealed this.
Her mind was entangled and hesitant.
She knew she shouldn't ask, but if she didn't, who else could he talk to?
"Third Uncle?"
Bo Yanching slightly lifted his eyebrows and looked up at her, "Calling randomly again, what's going on?"
From this angle, Nan Jiaojiao could see the forced smile on his face.
She leaned closer to him, pressing her fingers lightly at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly gazing into his eyes, "If you don't want to smile, then don't. You don't have to hold back in front of me."
Bo Yanching's expression gradually softened.
Nan Jiaojiao asked, "What's wrong?"
