"Good girl."
Bo Yanching stood in front of the car, the passenger door opened, "Come here."
He was calling a dog!
Nan Jiaojiao didn't even glance at him, her feet on the steps, her eyebrows and eyes drooping lightly, "Open the door."
"Alright!"
Han Qi opened the passenger door, his hand protecting her head as she got in. After she settled down, he carefully closed the door, afraid that making too much noise would annoy the little ancestor.
He couldn't help but show off a bit; he lifted his hand that was casually draped over the roof of the car and waved at Bo Yanching, "I'm off then, Uncle, drive slow on the way back. There have been a few road rage incidents lately, make sure you don't run into any."
Bo Yanching's expression was impassive, his presence solid and imposing. The gaze that fixed on Han Qi made him shiver for no apparent reason.
Han Qi shrugged his shoulders and drove off after getting in the car.
