Chapter 1937: Eavesdropping

“Why am I coming to the hospital?” Bo Yanching retorted.

Song Yuan almost felt a myocardial infarction coming.

She bit her lip and brazenly said, “My parents wanted to thank you for helping us yesterday. They couldn’t find time to meet you, and they asked me if you’d come today. They want to thank you in person.”

“No need. It was a small favor.”

“Then you…”

Beep—

Before she could finish, Bo Yanching hung up the call.

The busy signal in her ear felt like a slap across her face.

There seemed to be a faint laughter in the air.

Song Yuan looked up and saw Nan Jiaojiao leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching her with a smile. Her expression changed immediately, “What are you doing standing there? Eavesdropping on my call?”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her hand to point, “Miss Song, it seems like you’re holding my phone.”

Song Yuan pursed her lips, feeling guilty, and threw the phone back onto the nightstand heavily, “Third Brother Bo called, I just answered it for you.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded lightly, walked over, picked up the phone to check, and seeing it wasn’t broken, dialed back to Bo Yanching. Planning to take the call outside, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Song Yuan and raised her eyebrows, deciding to stay.

The dial tone sounded twice before it was picked up, and this time Bo Yanching didn’t rush to speak.

Nan Jiaojiao started first: “It’s me.”

“Where did you go earlier? Why did you leave your phone around carelessly?” Bo Yanching reproached with a trace of mild resentment in his voice.

Nan Jiaojiao pulled a chair over, sitting within a meter of Song Yuan. She crossed her legs, lightly tapping her toe on the ground, causing the chair to sway gently, “I didn’t go anywhere. Just borrowed Miss Song’s restroom to wash my hands. I saw you called and thought I’d answer after I finished washing up.”

Song Yuan’s face darkened.

The implication was that she deliberately wanted to answer it.

This bitch was just washing her hands, how long could that take? Maybe she stood there watching for a long time, taking her as a joke to enjoy. Now she’s randomly talking in front of Bo Yanching, yet she couldn’t grab the phone and hang up. She couldn’t control her eyes, glaring angrily at Nan Jiaojiao.

“Next time, don’t leave your phone lying around, understood?”

Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to notice Song Yuan’s expression, “Uh-huh,” she responded, “got it.”

Only then did Bo Yanching ask, “Why are you at the hospital?”

“Had nothing to do, just came to take a look.”

“I’m almost off work. Want me to pick you up?”

“You’ll pick me up?”

Nan Jiaojiao slowly, stealthily glanced at Song Yuan, taking in the slight movements and hopeful gaze. She deliberately paused, “Better not, it’s out of your way. Tonight, I crave your sweet and sour chicken wings. Aunt Mou’s version is too sweet, I prefer yours.”

The light in Song Yuan’s eyes dimmed.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to pick you up?”

“No need, I’m driving.”

Bo Yanching didn’t press, “Come back early. If I start blanching the wings and you’re not home, I’ll come get you.”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed pleasantly twice, “Got it, you’re so strict.”

“As long as you know, be good, come back soon.”

“Got it, got it.”

Nan Jiaojiao almost kissed the phone, which might have provoked someone, but she found it too nauseating, so she didn’t.

After hanging up, she spun the phone in her palm. Song Yuan kept staring at her with increasing hostility, so Nan Jiaojiao casually asked, “Thirsty? Want some water?”

Song Yuan bit her lip, “Why didn’t you let Third Brother Bo pick you up?”