Nan Jiaojiao looked up, her face expressionless as she stared at Bo Yanching.
His expression was indifferent, his dark eyes slightly squinting, conveying a deep, silent meaning.
Nan Jiaojiao walked up to him, her eyebrows slightly raised, and said, "I did it. What explanation do you want?"
"..."
The break room fell silent.
This girl's got nerve.
Bo Yanching took his hand out of his coat pocket, stretched out his fingers one by one, and pressed his fingertips into her palm to check—no sweat, but very cold.
"Which hand did you use?" he asked, his gaze downcast, sounding indifferent.
Nan Jiaojiao shifted her right foot, "I used my foot to kick."
Everyone was shocked again. Didn't they see Master Bo's softening attitude? Just a few nice words from her and this would be over. Why be so contrary?
It truly was unclear who was asking whom for an explanation.
Unperturbed by the atmosphere, Nan Jiaojiao boldly asked, "Should I break my leg to compensate them?"
