"What did you say?"
The wind was strong, and Yaen Chi didn't hear clearly.
But Bo Yanching didn't say a word, and simply hung up the phone.
As long as everyone was safe, Yaen Chi took a moment to calm down, planning to wait a while longer in case of any emergency. Now that he could contact Brother Yan, he could also get in touch with Han Chuan, who was often more capable in handling many situations than he was.
Indeed, Bo Yanching was too preoccupied to pay him any mind.
His heart and eyes were entirely filled with his girl.
While everyone was running out, only she was charging in, brushing past quite a few people.
Bo Yanching quickly walked over and embraced Nan Jiaojiao in his arms.
She didn't see who it was and instinctively struggled, feeling a hand on the back of her neck, two fingers gently massaging her nape.
A familiar action that was etched into her bones.
There was only one person who would do that to her.
"Bo Yanching?"
