Chapter 130: Illegal Acts Must Not Be Done

Bo Yanching’s breath hitched slightly, “Think carefully?”

“Think?”

Nan Jiaojiao paused while stirring her coffee and started speaking shyly, “You worked hard last night, and yet you can still get out of bed today.

It’s very, very inspiring.”

What kind of tone was that, hinting at things unsaid?

The man pressed his temper, “Think again.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up and saw Lu Zhenzhen forming words with her lips, asking her what was going on, and she shook her head, “Really, there’s nothing.”

Bo Yanching raised his hand, his curved knuckles pressing against his brow, “Sweetheart, you called the police.”

The word “sweetheart” had brought the temperature of the entire conference room down to freezing.

Everyone was focused intently on the documents in front of them, their ears perked up, each higher than the next.

They were curious about the gossip but dared not provoke Master Bo, looking as though they were freshly dug up from the ground due to the stress.

Sweetheart?

Wasn’t that a nickname only used for dogs?

Could it be that Master Bo was talking to a dog, using some sort of canine translator?

“Ah, right, I did call the police.”

Nan Jiaojiao admitted frankly, then lectured him in return, “Uncle, you can’t break the law.

Remember that, and from now on, follow the traffic rules.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, his lips taut, “Remembered, I remember it clearly, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

After waiting a moment and hearing only the man’s heavy breathing, Nan Jiaojiao concluded he had nothing more to say.

It was too awkward to keep the stalemate, so she took the initiative to say goodbye and then hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Lu Zhenzhen asked.

“Last night Uncle was drink-driving, and I reported him,” said Nan Jiaojiao matter-of-factly and even leisurely sent Bo Yanching a WeChat message, “Uncle, cooperate with the traffic police.”

Clang.

A spoon fell into the soy milk bowl, splashing onto Lu Zhenzhen’s white haute couture suit.

She didn’t bother to wipe it and just gaped at Nan Jiaojiao with her mouth open like a stunned chicken, as if looking at some extraterrestrial object.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at her and tucked a peeled egg into her mouth, chiding, “How old are you that I still need to feed you?”

Lu Zhenzhen bit off half of the egg and clapped her hands in awe, “Baby, I sympathize with you from the bottom of my heart; how can you be so capable?

I just love you to death.”

She wanted to say, “You even dared to screw with Bo Yanching.”

But curiosity got the better of her, and she eagerly wanted to know what Bo Yanching looked like at the moment.

Using some contacts, she actually got a high-definition photo—not as good an angle as Han Chuan’s, but it captured Bo Yanching blowing into the device.

Lu Zhenzhen stifled a laugh and quickly sent the photo to their group chat.

The circle was that small; after being forwarded through a couple of groups, it got to Yaen Chi, who then casually shared it in the close friends group.

No one spoke up, but everyone secretly saved it, except for Mo Tingshen who dared to post it directly on his social network, even adding three words:

Never seen before.

The result was tragic.

Somehow, Bo Yanching had persuaded Old Master Mo.

By the afternoon, Mo Tingshen was sent abroad.

Knowing Han Chuan had taken photos, he got hold of them, chose one with a handsome angle, and posted it on his social network:

[“Sweetheart, let me cooperate with the traffic police.

Don’t break the law.”]

Nan Jiaojiao was unaware of the subsequent turmoil, as she was peacefully enjoying her bubble tea.

From the second-floor window of the restaurant, she could clearly see Shen Shichu’s car approaching.

She asked, “Did you deliberately set a trap for Shen Shichu?”

Lu Zhenzhen, who was almost full, thoughtfully smacked her lips.

“Seeing you with me, Shen Shichu, with his calculative mind, wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

I’ll provide the money, but I’ll make sure he knows exactly how to swallow it and how to spit it back out.”