The laughter had substance, and the mockery was even thicker.
"Who the hell is happy to indulge you!"
Bo Yanching felt as if he had been hit in the back of the head by a blunt object.
He could never have imagined that Nan Jiaojiao would swear at him one day.
It's not that she couldn't swear, but she chose not to. Usually, Yaen Chi and the others would swear a lot, and any girl present would blush shyly, except for Nan Jiaojiao, who always maintained her composure.
She liked to play the lady in public, appearing so well-behaved that the words "damn it" coming from her mouth seemed like whispered sweet nothings.
But her expression was truly angry.
Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand, "Are you still holding on?"
Bo Yanching didn't want to let go, but he also knew that bickering with her now would only make her angrier and she wouldn't listen to a word he said.
He wanted to say something, but Nan Jiaojiao had already impatiently pulled her hand back.
