Nan Jiaojiao blinked and withdrew her hand, "This must be a misunderstanding."
Bo Yanching's hand still lingered on her waist, clutching and unwilling to let go. He looked down at the girl, whose fair face was slightly plump like a baby's, her hair tied back in a ponytail, accentuating her cold and stunning beauty. The little dress she wore had puffed sleeves, yet the design leaned towards traditional Chinese style. He always felt this child tried to act mature, but deep down she was quite naive.
"Come in with me."
He took a step back, handed the documents he had been holding to his assistant, and pulled open the door to his office.
Turning back to look at Nan Jiaojiao, who was still hesitating on the spot, "I won't eat you, come here."
A flush of warmth raced across Nan Jiaojiao's face. She steadied her emotions and followed, stepping forward.
Bo Yanching pressed the intercom, and soon enough, someone brought in milk tea and pastries.
