Chapter 471: Bo Shuxian Comes Back

“Are you listening to me?

I told you to go to the Zhang family first thing in the morning to apologize.

Where are you now?”

“Get lost.” Nan Jiaojiao’s thin lips slightly parted, her voice sharp and commanding, her presence overpowering.

Lin Shuyun was taken aback and almost didn’t react in time.

She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could speak, the call was disconnected.

When she tried calling again, she was actually blocked.

“This wretched girl!”

Lin Shuyun grabbed her purse and headed to the Zhang family herself.

She should have strongly opposed bringing Nan Jiaojiao back from the beginning.

If the family had raised her well, it would have been one thing, but Nan Jiaojiao had grown up in the mountains.

She didn’t have any skills to speak of, her grades were abysmal, and it was only thanks to her and Ye Congwen’s connections that she was able to get into Rong University.

Dressed in no-name clothes from street stalls, she emitted a rustic, unsophisticated vibe—aside from her face, there was nothing appealing about her.

And now that she had caused trouble, it was up to Lin Shuyun to clean up the mess.

But when Lin Shuyun arrived at the Zhang family’s place, the scene in front of her left her stunned.

The Zhang family’s villa had been leveled to the ground.

It was reduced to rubble.

Director Zhang was being helped by his servants, about to get onto an ambulance.

There was blood on his face; it seemed like his forehead had been split open.

It was impossible to locate where the injuries were exactly as his clothes were soaked red with blood.

Lin Shuyun asked Zhang Kun, and the Zhang family said they hadn’t found anyone.

She felt a chilling sensation in her heart, a kind of incredulous thought emerged but she forcibly suppressed it and didn’t stay any longer, leaving in a hurry.

At noon, Nan Jiaojiao went to the Bo’s.

She brought some desserts and mooched a meal at Bo Yanching’s place.

When it was about time, Bo Yanching finally took her to school.

“What time do you finish classes in the afternoon?

I’ll come to pick you up.”

“Four o’clock.”

Bo Yanching pinched her hand, “It’s quite cold, wear more.”

Nan Jiaojiao tilted her chin towards the window, “I’ll go buy a cup of hot milk tea later, that will warm me up.”

Bo Yanching looked at her helplessly, pulled out two hand warmers as if by magic, and slipped them into her pockets, “Drink less milk tea, it’s bad for your teeth.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up and kissed him on the lips.

“Is that bad?”

Bo Yanching laughed, “Quite bad.”

He tried to pull Nan Jiaojiao back into the car, but she was clever, getting out first and waving to him from outside the car.

Then she walked straight into Rong University’s back gate without looking back.

Bo Yanching drove off, but after a while, he returned and hid in the shade of the trees at the corner.

Sure enough, he saw Nan Jiaojiao come out from the back gate, heading to the milk tea shop in a way that showed she knew the place well.

He pressed his hand against his forehead and chuckled softly.

Her sweet tooth was a hard habit to break.

Bo Yanching waited until Nan Jiaojiao left the milk tea shop and returned to school before driving away.

He went back to the Bo Family.

At this time, Old Lady Bo was just waking up from her nap and would have tea by the pond in the backyard.

Bo Yanching went straight there, hearing voices and laughter from afar.

“Is Xiao San back?”

Old Lady Bo’s eyes were sharp; she spotted Bo Yanching at a glance.

Bo Shuxian also turned around and smiled, “We were just talking about you, brother, and here you are.”

“What about me?”

Bo Yanching sat down and asked, “When did you get back?”

“Noon.

When I came back, grandma was asleep.

I played with Qianqian for a while.”

Bo Shuxian poured a cup of tea and handed it to Bo Yanching.

“How long are you staying this time?”

At these words, Zhou Zining, who was standing to the side serving them, paused.

Her downcast eyes flickered subtly as she surreptitiously glanced at Bo Yanching.

She didn’t spare a look for Bo Shuxian, instead furrowing her brows slightly before raising a cheerful smile and placing a plate of pastries in front of the Old Lady.

“Grandma, try this.

It’s your favorite yogurt pastry, I made it myself.”