"Jiaojiao once told me," Bo Yanching put a cigarette between his lips, hands in his trouser pockets, slid down on his long legs, and leaned his lower back against the edge of the desk, "that she has a bad temper."
Mo Tingshen and Xu Shu looked over at the same time.
"I had felt it before, but she was good at controlling her temper. Often, just when I'm about to coax her a little, she's already not angry anymore. It turns out..."
Bo Yanching laughed for no apparent reason and shook his head, "it really depends on the person, huh."
Mo Tingshen didn't understand, "What do you mean? Whether it's humans or dogs, aren't they all the same to you, one breed?"
On a normal day, if Mo Tingshen dared to say this, Bo Yanching wouldn't hesitate to start a fight.
But today he just couldn't muster the energy to argue, his mind was full of how Nan Jiaojiao had spoken harshly to him just before.
Every subtle expression seemed to replay in his mind like in slow motion.
