She suddenly straightened her back, looking down arrogantly.
"Hasn't he always not noticed? Take care of yourself, if you want to be someone's mistress, go find someone else to cozy up to. We're done here."
With that, Yin Tao slammed the door and left.
From the elevator to the community, she didn't stop walking. It wasn't until she was waiting by the roadside for a car that she realized her palm, clutching her purse, was sweaty.
Two days later.
Nan Jiaojiao had just gotten off the plane and, unsurprisingly, saw Bo Yanching outside the airport.
He walked over naturally, took her suitcase, and tapped the brim of her fisherman's hat resting on her head, revealing a little face that had just woken up and was quite grumpy.
"Holding in some anger to vent at me?"
Nan Jiaojiao crossed her arms, "I'm hungry."
"Where do you want to eat?"
"I want to go home and shower first."
