Bo Yanching looked over with a cool and indifferent gaze, "What did you say about her?"
He clearly heard everything!
With bitten lips, Kang Xiangyue underestimated Nan Jiaojiao. Despite years of caution, she had still been outmaneuvered.
She couldn't accept it. Footsteps approached from outside the door, light and faint, unhurried, unlike those of a servant.
With gritted teeth, Kang Xiangyue hugged Bo Yanching's waist, crying pitifully, "You can't treat me this way, I've liked you for so many years, since we were children."
Bo Yanching removed her hands and stepped aside, showing some impatience.
Kang Xiangyue's eyes reddened, "Do you really dislike me that much?"
"Not necessarily, the Bo Family and Kang Family have interactions; don't spoil this little bit of affection," Bo Yanching began fastening the buttons on his shirt, a layer of frost forming in his eyes.
A sharp pain clenched Kang Xiangyue's heart.
