Nan Jiaojiao let out a low sigh and, after a moment of hesitation, stretched out both hands.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Go ahead," Nan Jiaojiao was quick on the uptake, turning her face to one side, "I've caused trouble."
"Yeah, I saw it."
Bo Yanching placed his hand flat on hers, Nan Jiaojiao instinctively flinched, then braved herself and moved it back.
He chuckled teasingly, leading her by the hand back, "Do you even know who Mo Tingshen is?"
"Hm?" Nan Jiaojiao looked up puzzled.
"He's got a nickname we gave him called 'Mo the Fox.' His scheming is beyond anything you can imagine."
Nan Jiaojiao didn't understand. She had heard others evaluate Mo Tingshen, both good and bad. Just a moment ago, she blew up his house without him uttering a single word.
Could it be...
Bo Yanching found her expression amusing, "Kid, there's a lot for you to figure out. Don't overthink it, you'll understand with more exposure."
