Bo Yanching turned off the amplifier, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd who seemed to relish the drama, he walked calmly to the window, his phone still pressed to his ear, "Sweetie, do you really have to sass me like that?"
Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, "Please, call me Nan Jiaojiao."
"Sweetie..."
"Nan Jiaojiao."
Bo Yanching had no choice but to change his approach, "Jiaojiao, I'm coming to pick you up."
"Sure," Nan Jiaojiao leaned against the tree trunk, with small glowing fairy lights tied to the branches. She grabbed one and twirled it around her fingertip, her demeanor growing more nonchalant, "Do you want to come pick me up now, or after I'm done here?"
Bo Yanching was really choked up.
This stubbornness of hers.
"Is it okay if I come now?"
Nan Jiaojiao was taken aback for a moment, she must be crazy, for in just a few exchanges, she could hear him continually yielding, his tone so doting it was almost turning into sugar.
