Bo Yanching thought she was about to say something important, so he bent down to listen. The words went straight into his ears, leaving him too embarrassed to even lift his head.
Nan Jiaojiao wanted to say more, but a hand reached over from behind, covered her mouth, and pinched her cheeks, pulling her backward. Her head ended up resting against Pei Dongshi's shoulder, and when she glanced back, she clearly saw someone's dark and brooding expression.
"Might as well give you a beating! I shouldn't have stopped our master from chasing you around with a cane; you're getting more reckless with your words!"
Nan Jiaojiao was pinched so hard that it hurt. She even swung her elbow back in retaliation, but Pei Dongshi quickly blocked it with his hand, pushing her away.
Bo Yanching stretched out his long arm and steadied her.
The little girl had a few finger marks on her face, and she was fuming mad with her eyes wide open, "What's up with you, flying into a fit of rage!"
