Nan Jiaojiao felt a bit uneasy.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but she felt that Bo Yanching shouldn't have asked her those questions.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
"Uncle, maybe we should just let it go."
Her words were interrupted three times. Nan Jiaojiao lifted her head, the light inside the car was dim, it was raining outside, and the light from the swaying windshield wipers reflected on their faces.
She couldn't make out the expression on Bo Yanching's face clearly, pursed her lips, and said, "What we are doing is wrong to begin with. I've been very happy with you these past days, Uncle."
She took out a card and the keys to Jinglan Apartment, thinking he might not accept them, so she placed them on the dashboard.
"I'm giving these back to you."
Bo Yanching's face was expressionless, his gaze cold and frosty.
"What do you mean by that?"
