Although these words were well-intentioned, Han Yi furrowed his brows upon hearing them, and even Yan Xiao felt somewhat displeased, thinking to himself, "What's wrong with men? Can't men take good care of others? Besides, Han Jiaojiao is eighteen years old, not eleven or twelve. She's already eighteen. Speaking as if she can't take care of herself, what does that mean? Isn't it just a roundabout way of taking her to Yunan Base?"
"Brother," Han Jiaojiao, who had been silent until now, suddenly called out.
She shifted in the car, turning her back toward Qin Nanyi's direction, not even glancing at her, and said in a steady voice, "Let's go home, I'm not feeling well."
