Pei Dongshi glanced at her.
Well, at least she knows he's suffering.
Bo Yanching was helpless; his silly wife covered his ears. It was akin to hiding something in plain sight, yet she still insisted on speaking to him like this. Should he pretend to be deaf or just act like he couldn't hear?
But not responding would only drag things out.
He tilted his head slightly, pulling away from her hand, holding her hand firmly in his palm, pressing gently with his fingertip, "I'll believe whatever you say."
Nan Jiaojiao was satisfied, pushed his hand, and confidently sat a little closer to him, then cheekily gave Pei Dongshi a provoking glance.
Pei Dongshi was too lazy to look at her and coincidentally mentioned, that he had been keeping an eye on some recent developments in Rongcheng City. In a casual conversation, he brought it up with Bo Yanching, who was quite open about discussing it with him.
The dishes started arriving one by one, and the two men tacitly stopped chatting.
