Yin Tao looked at Yaen Chi.
The latter nodded, "Go ahead, take whatever he gives you, no need to be polite with him."
Yin Tao giggled shyly, "Got it, I'm off then."
She didn't forget to take two colleagues with her, walking with a straight back, and under their continued surprised and admiring gazes, her whole heart was filled to the brim.
Yaen Chi went straight to the sofa.
Bo Yanching poured him a drink, Yaen Chi saw he was in a good mood, jokingly asked, "Managed to cheer up Jiaojiao?"
"Kind of, but not really."
"You got sent back, looks like you didn't fully cheer her up. Didn't Mo the Fox say you've been busy lately? Thought you wouldn't come tonight."
Yaen Chi raised his glass, just about to drink, when he suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, you went to the Capital City twice this month?"
Bo Yanching glanced at him, picked up a cigarette and lit it, "The old man sent me a stack of critical illness notices."
"What do you mean, urging you to go back?"
