Nan Jiaojiao leaned lazily against her seat, her dark eyes half-closed, "Can you not be a killjoy?"
"Mentioning him once makes me a killjoy? How about you lying in his bed?"
Nan Jiaojiao's eyebrows knitted in impatience, "Asking me that, you really sound like a super strict dad."
"Still not quite," Pei Dongshi drove the car towards Mist Garden, offhandedly remarking, "If I were your real dad, and you dared to stay at a man's place so late, I'd break your legs."
Nan Jiaojiao fell silent and said nothing.
Pei Dongshi suddenly thought of the Ye Family, regretting speaking too hastily.
But deliberately correcting seemed superfluous, so he brought up Bo Yanching again, "It's not like you wanted to break it off with him; who are you looking so lost for?"
Nan Jiaojiao sighed.
Well, still calm.
Pei Dongshi: "Not pining anymore?"
"No, I still am. He's handsome, and I like him."
Pei Dongshi almost hit the brakes, cursing, "You love-struck fool."
Late at night.
