The gaze that stared unabashedly.
Bo Yanching, however, seemed not to notice; he amused Qianqian for a while, and made a small chair out of building blocks, the standing height of which was just enough to block Qianqian's entire back and her line of sight.
Only then did he look toward the man drinking water not far away, a stranger's face. As Bo Yanching looked over, the man's gaze did not flicker or shy away, and even lifted into a slight smile.
The challenging intent and malice in his eyes weren't very well hidden.
"Is there something you want?" Bo Yanching asked.
Yeh Hannian smiled, gesturing toward the women's changing room, "My daughter is inside; I'm waiting for her."
Bo Yanching hummed indifferently, "Is that so."
He had long known that Bo Yanching was no ordinary person, and there was no need to hide in front of such a man.
