He pretended not to see!
This is not the time to deal with him.
Bo Yanching's eyes were glued to Nan Jiaojiao, looking her up and down several times, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
Nan Jiaojiao, feeling dizzy from being spun around like dough, anxiously replied, "Really, I'm fine. Han Che was watching!"
Han Che, trying hard to minimize his presence on the side...
"What happened?" Bo Yanching directed this question at Han Che.
Han Che had a remarkably strong mindset; even as Nan Jiaojiao hid behind Bo Yanching, desperately signaling him with her eyes, he managed to act completely normal, summing it up concisely: "Young Madam asked me to guard the door."
Bo Yanching's face darkened, scolding, "So you just watched? What if she couldn't win and got hurt?"
"Young Madam should... not suffer losses, right."
With her fierce and domineering nature, she's only capable of bullying others. Martial arts are her forte; forget about just Bo Yichen, even a hundred of him would be no match.
