Bo Yanching's throat moved, and he was just about to coax her when Nan Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, bumping into his chin.
"Hiss..." It was so painful that he took in a sharp breath of air.
Nan Jiaojiao paused for a moment, hesitated for only a second, then twisted open the car door and got out.
She walked to the trash can, threw away the shirt, and then took off her jacket and tossed that away too.
Bo Yanching was stunned by her actions.
What did she mean by this?
His shirts, either black or white, were all the same style, with no small differences discernible.
Did Nan Jiaojiao think he was still wearing the same shirt he had on when holding Kang Xiangyue?
And her jacket? Just because he had patted her shoulder?
That temper was a bit too much.
Bo Yanching pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and dialed Yaen Chi's number, asking, "How do you coax a girl?"
Yaen Chi was silent for a long time, quiet as if he didn't exist, then suddenly he let out a lighthearted laugh, "What?"
