"Bang!"
The door was slammed with some force, causing even the windows to tremble.
Shen Shichu turned around, laughing as he scolded her, "You're not allowed to play this kind of joke on me."
He put on his suit and said before leaving, "Finish your breakfast, I'll come look for you when I'm free."
Nan Jiaojiao responded and, once he was gone, she set down the sandwich she was holding, wondering just how angry Bo Yanching was by now.
Right then, the bedroom door opened, and the man leaned against the door frame, with only a few buttons done up on his shirt. The sunlight that fell across his slightly open collar even gave his collarbone a sort of lazy nobility.
"What was that thing that fell just now?" Nan Jiaojiao was grasping at straws to make conversation.
In Bo Yanching's hand was a smashed wristwatch.
She laughed, "Still couldn't save it, huh? Was it expensive? Should I compensate you?"
