Bo Yanching scoffed faintly, "If you don't want to be beaten, scram earlier."
Bo Qingshan slowly clambered out of bed, taking advantage of Yanqing's weakness. He didn't even run, but as he closed the door, he turned back to give him a regretful look.
Small body, big cunning!
After finishing a glass of water, Bo Yanching threw the fever reducer and cold medicine into the trash and took a cold shower in the bathroom.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't come at noon.
At two in the afternoon, a car drove into the courtyard.
Bo Yanching stood on the balcony, watching Bo Qingshan's joyful figure skipping toward the car. However, the person who got out of the car made him turn around and leave.
Bo Yanching's gaze turned completely cold.
"I don't want it! I want Sister Jiaojiao. I don't want a man to give me shots. Bring back Sister Jiaojiao!"
