What did you say?
Nan Jiaojiao looked at him and glanced at the dishes on the table, tentatively asking, "Want to eat something?"
A trace of surprise crossed Bo Yanching's eyes.
Eat something?
She kicked him out of the house last night, and even that box of cold medicine... had she eaten it all?
Angry, he lifted his hand to knock on her forehead, his low voice containing a muffled laugh, "You little ingrate."
Nan Jiaojiao shrank back a bit and looked up at him, thinking he was so strange.
Bo Yanching straightened up and extended his right hand to Lu Zhenzhen, "Miss Lu, I've long admired your name."
Lu Zhenzhen seemed much more polite, deliberately rising to shake his hand, "You flatter me, Third Master Bo is the truly famous one."
They belonged to the same social class and, despite different circles, they occasionally intersected, having seen each other countless times at various banquets but never had the chance to get acquainted.
