Their eyes met, and Mr. Bo was momentarily stunned, then the coldness in his eyes faded significantly.
It was clear he had recognized Ye Jun.
He extinguished his cigarette and walked over.
Nan Jiaojiao was checking the group messages, and the light above her suddenly got blocked. She was too lazy to look up, so she scooted into the sofa, letting the leaked light fall onto the screen.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice from above:
"Mr. Ye."
Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brows.
"Mr. Bo."
Ye Jun stood up and shook hands with Mr. Bo, who had extended his right hand first, then they let go.
"Did you bring Jiaojiao here for a meal?" Mr. Bo asked.
Ye Jun hesitated, "Does Mr. Bo know my sister?"
Mr. Bo chuckled softly.
"Jiaojiao."
The man's gentle, restrained voice lingered between his lips and teeth, unfolding softly with his breath.
He was standing there, without any deliberate move to get closer, yet Nan Jiaojiao inexplicably felt as if he was speaking right next to her ear.
