"Because of that relation with Xiao Yao, you don't like Qiao Man. If I really ate what she made, wouldn't you give me a hard time?"
Nan Jiaojiao sheepishly said, "Am I such a petty person?"
"You're not." Bo Yanching blurted out, never letting a loaded question corner him.
Nan Jiaojiao shifted in her chair, took a bite of the sugar-coated sticky rice, and looked up at the light overhead. "Chu Yao really doesn't like Mo Tingshen."
"True," Bo Yanching's expression was inexplicable, "We all know, and he knows too."
It's true that Chu Yao doesn't like Mo Tingshen, ever since she asked him for help as a child, but he didn't take her seriously.
On Friday afternoon, Bo Yanching came to pick up Nan Jiaojiao to take her to the airport, carrying her luggage in one hand and holding her hand with the other until she boarded the plane.
Knowing they wouldn't see each other for two days, he felt uneasy, gently rubbing each of her fingers, never daring to ask her to stay.
