"Don't call, I'll come over directly tonight."
Yaen Chi, out of habit, asked, "Are you busy now?"
"Yeah, catching some sleep with my wife."
Yaen Chi stared at the message, feeling that as Bo Yanching typed this sentence, there was a strong sense of boasting and a pleased air of being demurely saucy.
His mouth twitched, and he cursed, "Fuck!"
At six o'clock in the evening, Bo Yanching brought Nan Jiaojiao over, and as the door pushed open, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.
Nan Jiaojiao looked around, didn't see Ye Wanting, but next to Yaen Chi, there was a girl sitting with a melon-seed face, finely shaped eyebrows, a three-dimensional nose, and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned in what was known as a "smile lip."
Nan Jiaojiao indifferently withdrew her gaze.
