Bo Qingshan nodded, half-understanding.
He stayed nearby the whole time, occasionally touching Qianqian, not just on the forehead, but also on her back and the soles of her feet. Before long, her temperature had indeed dropped a lot.
He watched Nan Jiaojiao's gentle demeanor toward Qianqian, and his mischievous nature kicked in, so he said, "Sister Jiaojiao, doesn't acupuncture hurt? Then how do you manage to do it to me every time?"
Nan Jiaojiao gave him a quirky look, "You're thick-skinned, what are you afraid of?"
"..." She really knows how to shut someone down.
That righteous demeanor made him feel that even a slight rebuttal would be unfounded.
Soon, Bo Yanching returned, asked Nan Jiaojiao a couple of questions, then grabbed a thick coat and wrapped Qianqian, carrying her downstairs.
