Bo Yanching teased her: "Aren't you going to help persuade them?"
"Persuade for what? Grandpa and the others are just finding a reason to argue. By the time they're done, they'll have forgotten what started it," she glanced back, "I wager it won't quiet down for at least another hour, I'm going back to sleep first."
Nana Jiaojiao stood up, and only then did Bo Yanching notice she was sitting on a small stool. Perhaps before he video called, she was pathetically watching the three elderly people argue.
Nan Jiaojiao headed to her little house; she didn't want to squeeze in with the three elders. Her room wasn't occupied, but it was noisy. Ever since she returned these past two days, she's been staying at her place.
Lights were turned on as she walked back.
Bo Yanching talked to her, and Nan Jiaojiao listened to a few sentences before her mind inexplicably started to wander, suddenly blurting, "Bo Yanching, I miss you."
He was speechless, "Aren't you coming back tomorrow?"
