Nan Jiaojiao didn't look at him.
She took the phone and her fingers swiped across the screen several times, leaving a trail each time before she finally unlocked it.
Pei Dongshi's voice came through the speakerphone, "Where did you go?"
Nan Jiaojiao bit her lip, not saying a word.
"Not even a word when you leave the house—I had the kitchen stew your favorite duck soup, with matsutake mushrooms. Hurry back, I won't save any for you if it's late. Also, didn't you crave durian honey yesterday? I made a trip to the company and bought some for you on my way back. I really don't see what's so good about that stuff; it stinks to high heaven."
Bo Yanching stood outside the car door, hearing Pei Dongshi's words loud and clear.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly.
A flicker of dangerous jealousy flashed by.
Nan Jiaojiao was still silent, her teeth clenched tight.
Pei Dongshi finally sensed something was wrong and called her name, "What's the matter?"
"Senior brother."
