As soon as Uncle Qiu left, Yaen Chi sat down, took a piece of the pastry from the exquisite plate, and bit into it. His eyes widened immediately, and he laughed at himself, "I thought I was used to exotic delicacies, but a piece of pastry from the Nan family made me feel just a little inexperienced, no wonder—"
He looked at Bo Yanching, who sat beside him, and said, "Jiaojiao is particularly pampered, and there's a reason for it."
Bo Yanching held a teacup, his fingers stroking the rim, and lowered his eyes, deep in thought.
He knew its worth; this cup in his hand had fetched eight figures at auction the year before last.
The Nan Mansion possessed the entire set.
His heart suddenly started to race uncontrollably.
He realized just how little he knew about Nan Jiaojiao; just a glimpse into her life had already unsettled him.
"This mansion is at least a four-entry compound, isn't it?"
