Chapter 1009: Get Acquainted

She was still wondering why Bai Huizhu kept looking her way, never letting her smile fade.

At first, she was only counting names in her head, not really listening to what they were saying, but people kept frequently glancing her way.

Even a fool would know what’s going on.

Is it a matchmaking session?

“Godmother?”

Nan Jiaojiao secretly leaned closer to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing seemed not to understand her slight resistance and didn’t give her a chance to speak.

She hugged her and boastfully said, “Jiaojiao is still young, I don’t trust anyone else to take care of her.

My son just knows how to work, I worry he might neglect her.”

“Godmother, I…” I’m not neglected.

“You probably don’t know, when Dong Shi first brought her home, she was still young, with two little pigtails, pink and cute like a little bun.

That day, my father got a Sweat Horse, with such a proud temperament that no one could tame it.

Riding it a couple of times, the horse threw a fit and broke through the fence.

Jiaojiao leaped on it and as if by magic, made the horse obedient.

The old master immediately recognized her as his god-granddaughter and spoiled her immensely.”

Gu Qing’s smile bent her eyes into crescents, her heart full of affection for Nan Jiaojiao, like someone showing off a treasure, “I picked up such a sweet daughter, I’m thrilled.”

“Godmother…”

“Oh, right, Jiaojiao, this is Xiao Yu, your Aunt Bai’s son.

Get to know each other.”

“…”

Nan Jiaojiao tried to speak several times but was interrupted.

Suddenly, a hand reached out to her, “Hello, my name is Xiao Yu.”

She looked up, and happened to meet Xiao Yu’s gaze as he deliberately came over her way.

As the saying goes, one doesn’t strike a smiling face.

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed back what she wanted to say and extended her hand for a light handshake, “Hello, Nan Jiaojiao.”

…

Bo Yanching left the police station.

Just got in the car, received a call from the old master Bo: “I’ve figured out your dad’s situation, come to Room 809 at Haitian, I’ll introduce you to some people.

Unless there’s a surprise, we can bail your dad out tomorrow.”

Bo Yanching’s gaze turned cold, his face looked grim, his thin lips pressed into a line, and his hand on the steering wheel gripped tightly, every bone line bulging with suppressed anger.

“Grandpa, you keep saying ‘your dad,’ have you forgotten he’s your own son?”

The old master Bo’s breathing didn’t change a bit, still indifferent to the point of inhumanity: “I’ve arranged the people for you, it’s up to you whether you meet them or not.”

Bo Yanching just opened his mouth, ready to speak, when the call was hung up on the other side.

What does this mean?

Calling just to give him a final ultimatum?

Yaen Chi was sitting in the back playing games, sensed something was off, looked up, and glanced at Bo Yanching’s sullen face in the rearview mirror.

Asked: “What’s up?

What did the old man say?”

Bo Yanching bit his teeth hard, paused for a few seconds before briefly explaining.

After listening, Yaen Chi said: “Why not go and meet them?

What if it’s true?

Uncle has a stubborn temper, if he wanted to be bailed out, he would’ve done it a long time ago, but he doesn’t want to be unjustly blamed without finding evidence to clear his name.

No matter how much money you spend, he won’t come out.”

“Why is he so stubborn!”

Bo Yanching’s palm slammed onto the horn, exerting force, prolonging the blaring sound for two seconds.

Yaen Chi thought, aren’t you father and son of the same temperament?

“Here’s a thought, I’ll drive and you sit in the passenger seat.

Calm down a bit, so people don’t say you look bad when we meet them.”

As he spoke, Yaen Chi got out of the car and opened the driver’s seat door.