Chapter 440: Handle the Aftermath by Yourself

No!

No matter what, she did not want to be driven out of the Bo Family.

“Sorry!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes hung down, immobile.

Zhou Zining was reluctant to speak again, but the insistent ringing of her phone made her both frantic and irritable.

The whining of her voice escalated, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have disclosed your identity.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s cool gaze fixed on her, “Who else knows?”

“I only notified five media outlets, the same ones that exposed the accounting issues,” Zhou Zining clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain—as if all her senses were occupied by panic.

Yet, Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes, cold as ice, kept watching her unwaveringly.

Expressionless, forcing the other person to jump with frustration.

Zhou Zining relaxed her hands, speaking uncomfortably, “I took a photo of you, just the lower half of your face, and sent it to my grandfather, who sought treatment in Medicine King Valley a few years ago—you treated him.”

“Where is your grandfather from?”

“Green City.”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, briefly filtering through the patients she had handled over the years in Green City.

Although she was always too lazy to remember details, she rarely took cases in Green City, staying mostly in the old house with her grandfather, stepping into Medicine King Valley’s backend only when bored or in need of money.

Fittingly, the narrowed scope helped her recall someone who matched the description.

“Last name is Jih?”

Zhou Zining raised her eyebrows in surprise, followed by a full-blown shock and dread.

Her earlier words had been tinged with disdain and probing; she hadn’t expected that Nan Jiaojiao truly was Xiao Nanshan.

The Xiao Nanshan known for charging exorbitant consultation fees, was in reality just a student, young and without a single recognizable brand name item on her.

Zhou Zining could not have known that everything Nan Jiaojiao wore was custom-made— at her level, even seeking a designer was out of her league.

“Yes.”

“Handle the aftermath yourself, I don’t want to see anyone from the Jih Family in front of me.”

Nan Jiaojiao shut down her computer, stood up, and left.

“Wait a minute.” Zhou Zining stopped her, “You’re just going to leave like this?

You provoked those five companies, leave the mess for me, and just walk off?”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed coldly, “I was merely seeking justice for myself.

You’re the one who provoked them; I’m not responsible for cleaning up your mess.”

“You!” Zhou Zining was so rebuffed she was lost for words.

Nan Jiaojiao added, “I’m not willing to let myself be mistreated, and besides, I didn’t mess with any companies other than the ones you contacted.”

She had come here daring to confront face-to-face, just to make things clear.

And to warn Zhou Zining, to avoid bothering her when she’s got nothing better to do.

“You mustn’t tell Bo Yanching about this!”

Zhou Zining blurted out in panic.

If she had said something else, Nan Jiaojiao might not have responded, but mentioning Bo Yanching and citing her status as his official girlfriend, Nan Jiaojiao had to issue a warning.

“Why?”

She feigned a question, then preempted Zhou Zining’s response with a leisurely inquiry, “Afraid he’ll find out you’re harboring ulterior motives towards him?”

Zhou Zining was completely flustered.

It was like a long-hidden secret had been discovered by someone she despised.

“Don’t slander me!”

Nan Jiaojiao scoffed lightly, “Lying to a ghost.”

With that, she turned and left abruptly.

Zhou Zining wanted to chase after her, but the servant at the door stopped her from going any further.

Old Lady Bo hadn’t lifted her confinement, so all she could do was angrily stomp her foot.

Nan Jiaojiao put the computer back in the study and specifically took a detour to Bo Qingshan’s room.

The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear the conversation inside.