Elder Nan was even faster than him.
The cane couldn't stop those quick legs.
In just a few steps, he was in front of Nan Jiaojiao, pulling her back to sit down, not letting go of her hand, even giving Mr. Bo a challenging look.
As long as he's here, which pig dares to root around!
"Grandpa, what are you doing?"
"Don't you like beef? It's right in front of me, you can reach it better this way."
Elder Nan gave her his own bowl of white rice, untouched, but Uncle Qiu had already placed a bowl of rice in front of Nan Jiaojiao.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Bo came before dawn, didn't knock, or even call, the person sweeping the courtyard in the morning opened the door and found him, and brought him in from the car."
Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows twitched as she looked at Bo Yanching. He seemed completely at ease, though his gaze seemed fixed on her. The moment she looked over, his eyes met hers like a detector.
"How come you came so early?"
Bo Yanching: "I flew here."
