After eating, Bo Yanching took the bowls to wash.
Nan Jiaojiao pulled out two napkins to wipe her mouth.
The gaze from the side was too intense; she couldn't pretend not to feel it even if she wanted to. Courageously, she looked back, not afraid of Song Yuan's gritted teeth expression. She thought she had to wrap up the lousy lie Bo Yanching had fabricated.
"Oh, it really wasn't good."
Song Yuan…
"What are you so proud of?"
Nan Jiaojiao's brow twitched, "What am I proud of?"
She actually dared to pick up the conversation and talk back. Song Yuan glanced at the man in the kitchen, just a back view. She shifted her wheelchair over, and Nan Jiaojiao stepped back, "No, if you fall, I'd still be blamed. Let's keep some distance. It's better for both of us."
Song Yuan frowned, "You won't be arrogant for much longer. You won't get past the Bo Family's hurdle. Even if you marry, it won't matter."
"Oh, I know."
Saying the same stale things over and over, as if acting in some script.
