"Bo Yichen."
Nan Jiaojiao ignored the jeers from those playboys and found a clean spot to place her phone down.
Paid for with money, better not get it damaged.
"Yo, isn't this the chick from earlier? Quite capable, huh, actually got out. What now? Coming to please our Master Bo?"
"He's not worthy of being called Master Bo!"
Nan Jiaojiao let out a cold snort, approached Bo Yichen with a stern face, and looked down at him, "Do you remember me?"
Bo Yichen didn't pay attention at first. He was sitting inside, didn't really hear the commotion at the door. After all, his friends weren't the decent type. There were women in the room too, all eager to join their circle, and usually wouldn't get angry at a flirty joke, just coyly lean into the men's arms.
But those jokes just now were actually directed at Nan Jiaojiao!
Isn't that like a bunch of little minions putting on a show in front of Lord Yama!
"You, you're Nan Jiaojiao!"
Nan Jiaojiao smiled with satisfaction, "It's me."
