Chapter 1769: Toady

Are you kidding? He wishes he could pin himself to the Young Madam’s lap; how could he easily let other wannabe lackeys squeeze in!

He scared the young assistant back to his desk, and his smugness hadn’t worn off yet, so he couldn’t help but jump around in the three-person group chat.

“Gentlemen, do you know what I’m doing right now?”

Han Che: “Eating shit.”

Han Mang: “…”

Han Mang: “You’re eating shit? @CuteLittleHan.”

Han Chuan didn’t bother arguing with them, and sent a sighing emoji: “The Young Madam came to the company, and unlike you two brothers who have great skills and are busy from dawn till dusk outside, I can only do some odd jobs like serving tea and handing water for the Young Madam, ashamed.”

“…” Han Che sent an emoji of Guan Yu wielding a large knife, “You mutt, I’ll fight you for it, next year I must swap with you!”

Han Mang followed up gloomily: “Are you even human? Despicable scoundrel!”

Han Chuan chuckled as he watched the two of them rage impotently, but knowing that Han Che, who was just in Rongcheng City, wasn’t easily bullied, he picked on the one abroad: “Friend, have you stayed abroad too long and don’t quite understand Chinese? ‘Despicable’ and ‘scoundrel’ aren’t used like that.”

The next second, Han Mang left the group chat.

Han Che also left the group chat.

The little group chat that had just been set up not long ago was dispersed again.

Han Chuan sent messages to both of them, and as expected, he was blocked. He was so delighted that he hummed a little tune, hooked his car keys, and went out to buy sweets for the Young Madam.

…

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao entered the office, she headed straight for the TV that Han Chuan mentioned.

This wall was originally a bookshelf, now completely removed, and the TV was almost as big as an entire wall.

She tilted her head back to look at it, nearly tipping herself over, hands behind her back.

Bo Yanching held her waist steady and raised an eyebrow at the coffee table, “The game cartridge is over there; I’m not good at this and haven’t had the time to figure it out. Should I ask Han Chuan to come in and teach you?”

Nan Jiaojiao walked over to take a look, the manual was right beside it, “Why keep bothering him? I’ll try it myself first.”

Han Chuan had already installed the gaming console; she just fiddled with the cartridge, picked a town game card to insert, selected her character, and logged into the game, a Q-style pastoral scene. Following the beginner’s guide, she learned character operations step by step, and then planting fruit trees, fishing, and treasure hunting.

Bo Yanching watched for a while, “Is this a single-player game?”

“No, you can visit other people’s houses. I’ll demonstrate for you.”

Nan Jiaojiao entered her own shabby little house, with the bedroom upstairs. She first went to the wardrobe to change her clothes, then lay in bed planning to enter a dream world to visit other people’s houses, but her level wasn’t high enough yet, so she couldn’t do it for now.

“Wait a minute, I’ll level up a bit more, let me find some guides, and I’ll call you later.”

Bo Yanching could barely understand her words but was somewhat lost; he had never touched these kid’s toys since birth, nor did he find any interest in them. After keeping her company for a bit, he really couldn’t keep up.

“Take your time playing; I’m going to deal with work.”

Nan Jiaojiao nodded absentmindedly, not sparing him a glance.

Bo Yanching suddenly regretted installing this thing; it had completely captured her attention.

Han Chuan returned, knocked on the door, and only entered once he heard a response. On the tray were the desserts and milk tea he had bought, set up delicately, and arranged like an offering on the coffee table.

“Young Madam, I bought this from a new dessert shop near our company; they have great croissants made with animal cream. Many girls from our company go there; the taste should be good. Please have a try.”