Chapter 1279: I'm Here to Beat You Up

“Bo Yichen.”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored the jeers from those playboys and found a clean spot to place her phone down.

Paid for with money, better not get it damaged.

“Yo, isn’t this the chick from earlier?

Quite capable, huh, actually got out.

What now?

Coming to please our Master Bo?”

“He’s not worthy of being called Master Bo!”

Nan Jiaojiao let out a cold snort, approached Bo Yichen with a stern face, and looked down at him, “Do you remember me?”

Bo Yichen didn’t pay attention at first.

He was sitting inside, didn’t really hear the commotion at the door.

After all, his friends weren’t the decent type.

There were women in the room too, all eager to join their circle, and usually wouldn’t get angry at a flirty joke, just coyly lean into the men’s arms.

But those jokes just now were actually directed at Nan Jiaojiao!

Isn’t that like a bunch of little minions putting on a show in front of Lord Yama!

“You, you’re Nan Jiaojiao!”

Nan Jiaojiao smiled with satisfaction, “It’s me.”

Bo Yichen was stunned, this grown man quickly ducked into the sofa, even putting his feet up, only then realizing how cowardly his reaction was.

He even instinctively glanced at his friends’ reactions.

Out of nowhere, he found some nerve and replied defiantly, “What are you doing!

You followed me here to stir up trouble?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows knit tightly for a moment.

Two seconds later, she understood.

This guy absolutely didn’t recognize that she was the one who just saved Song Yuan.

He was talking about the quarrel at the Bo Residence; who knows what his father told him.

Bo Yichen was clearly scared to death of Nan Jiaojiao but, for the sake of face, deliberately spoke ambiguously.

“So that’s how it is.

I was wondering, why would a woman jump into that scene just now.

She claims it’s to save someone, but isn’t it just to climb up to our Master Bo!”

The women in the room all turned their gaze toward Nan Jiaojiao simultaneously.

All at once, sarcastic, filthy, and hostile gazes were fixed on her, making Nan Jiaojiao feel disgusted.

She flexed her wrist, her bones cracking audibly.

“I’m not going to waste words with you.

Out of courtesy, I’ll tell you first, I’m here to beat you up.”

“You!”

Bo Yichen pointed at her excitedly, not even getting a moment to release his anger before his finger was snapped.

Then came a slap across the face, leaving a buzzing sound in his ears, after which he knew nothing more.

When Bo Yanching arrived, Nan Jiaojiao had already finished beating him up.

120 had arrived too.

One by one, the medical staff carried people out.

If a white cloth had been draped over the bodies, it would look like a large-scale group burial scene.

Bo Yanching was anxious to find someone, but Nan Jiaojiao was standing right by the door, silent, seemingly oblivious to any impropriety.

He approached with long strides and pulled her over.

“Where are you hurt?”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a “who do you think you’re underestimating” look, “Nowhere.”

Dealing with that bunch of good-for-nothings couldn’t hurt her one bit.

Just a small wound on the back of her hand from the beating.

Bo Yanching got angry at the sight, “You call this uninjured?

You’re injured this badly!”

Nan Jiaojiao ???

“This isn’t, this is from hitting them too hard.”

“It’s still an injury!”

Bo Yanching, in a very concerned manner, was on the verge of dragging her to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Coincidentally, Bo Yichen was being carried out right then, passing by Bo Yanching.

He was so badly beaten he was out of his senses, and upon seeing Bo Yanching, he didn’t even dare to call out, closing his eyes, not even daring to utter a word of pain, just hoping the nurse would push him away soon.

But Bo Yanching still saw him.