Shen Shichu was made very uncomfortable by her stare and pretended to glance at his wristwatch.
He asked, "I still have to rush back to the company to handle some affairs. How will you get back?"
He didn't want to stay with her for even a second longer.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't bother with pleasantries and bluntly turned away, "I'll take a taxi."
After she spoke, she left, not caring in the least about what expression Shen Shichu wore.
Once she was in the taxi, Bo Yanqing's call came through. She furrowed her brows and was lost in thought for a moment; by the time the ringtone ended, it had gone silent.
She felt there was no need to call back and was just about to put the phone in her bag when it started vibrating in her palm again.
"Hello?"
"It's me," Bo Yanqing's calm voice came through the receiver.
"I know. What is it?" Her cold and distant tone almost made Bo Yanqing doubt he had dialed the wrong number.
"Shengyue Mansion. Come over. You owe me a meal."
