My woman?
Jih Mingyue is really his woman?
Right, the high and mighty Third Master Bo, it's impossible for him not to keep a few mistresses around. Isn't she just one being kept?
With that thought, Nan Jiaojiao's lips curled into a cold sneer, her lips lightly pursed, showing no intention of speaking. Her gaze lightly skimmed over Bo Yanching's face.
"Nan Jiaojiao," Bo Yanching's voice grew heavy.
She still stood there, unmoving.
So stubborn.
"Third Master Bo, it's not nice to bully my girlfriend in front of me, is it?"
From behind the crowd came a careless male voice. The tightly packed group of onlookers was forcibly parted.
Han Qi, his right hand in a cast and a bandage wrapped several times around his neck, with his broken arm in a sling, still looked devilishly charming and unruly as he was escorted through the crowd. Approaching closer, he headed straight for Nan Jiaojiao.
"How is it, did they lay a hand on you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
