Bo Yanching: "You go first."
Nan Jiaojiao: "You go first."
He tapped her chin, "If I go first, I'm afraid you'll come to your senses later and hit me."
Nan Jiaojiao wrinkled her nose, somewhat aware of her own unreliability, "I complained to my godmother. I'm afraid my senior brother will call and scold me, so I put it on silent."
He knew it.
She gets into mischief every day, but nothing ever truly happens. Even if kidnapped, the one to fear would be the kidnappers.
Despite knowing this, Bo Yanching came straight over when he couldn't reach her the second time, leaving Han Chuan behind and pushing all unfinished work onto the workers.
Seeing Nan Jiaojiao safe and sound in his arms, he felt a tiny bit guilty, planning to send Han Chuan a red envelope later.
"Having your phone on silent is fine, but the phone needs to be face up, and if I call, you must answer when you can. If you can't, find some time when you're idle to send me a message."
"Got it."
