Even though she was complaining, Nan Jiaojiao's hands were much more honest than her temper.
She didn't make a call, but she sent a WeChat message to Chu Yao:
"Got married, with Bo Yanching, just now, don't ask, and don't call, we'll talk when I'm back."
Just after she sent it, before she could even put her phone back in her bag, there was a reply.
Chu Yao first sent an emoji, a gif of a hand pinching a baby's cheek, saying, "Looking for a smack, how dare you speak to your sister like that?"
Nan Jiaojiao, after all, was a coward, having been scared of Chu Yao since childhood, replied, "Sister, be good."
Chu Yao: "If you had spoken like this earlier, wouldn't your sister have pampered you? I don't care who you marry as long as I approve."
Nan Jiaojiao silently looked up at the sky.
For the Nth time, she lamented about her poor choice in friends.
