Nan Jiaojiao lay back in a recliner with one hand behind her head, lazily rocking back and forth. She held her phone high, capturing a half frame of herself, while the scenery behind her was also in view.
"I'm at my own little house, of course I dare to take your call."
"The persimmon tree next to you is nice," Bo Yanching's dark eyes half-lowered, "I stayed in your room during New Year's, tried it, quite sweet."
Nan Jiaojiao shrank her neck, thinking about when she ran off with Yeh Hannian during that time, and someone pitifully chased her to her mother's house and ended up being treated as a guest by her grandfather for over a week, she felt guilty.
She laughed sheepishly, "Right, sweet, wait till the persimmons come again this year, I'll bring you here."
Changing the subject, right?
Bo Yanching gritted his teeth, his profile lines distinctly tense, he chuckled lightly through suppressed breath, "Sure."
"Did you give the clothes I bought for Grandfather to him?"
