Chapter 519: How Can You Leave Her with Mo Li

Mo Li’s expression remained gentle throughout, even when others discussed his family matters right before him, he showed no sign of anger, but when he heard that comment, he clearly paused.

“Let the younger ones handle their own matters; we old folks shouldn’t interfere too much.”

The manager kept his hands behind him and quietly tugged at his wife’s sleeve.

She was about to say something else but stopped herself in time when reminded.

Several other presidents clinked glasses with Mo Li one after another and exchanged a few pleasantries before the topic shifted to business affairs.

She no longer had a chance to speak.

The manager’s wife listened for a while, found it boring, greeted everyone, and then turned to find her usual card-playing partners.

The gossip she had just heard was enough to fuel her conversations.

Such banquets were, frankly, for networking and gossiping.

The venue was bustling with interactions, a meld of scents and beauty, with everyone either holding a glass of red wine or champagne.

Only Nan Jiaojiao and Bo Yanching headed straight for the dining area as soon as they arrived.

Bo Yanching grabbed a lot of food at the buffet and laid it out in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

He sat beside her without touching his food, peeling half a plate of shrimp for Nan Jiaojiao.

“Eat first, I’ll peel the rest later so they don’t get cold.”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up one, dipped it in sauce, and fed it to Bo Yanching.

He opened his mouth cooperatively to eat.

When Nan Jiaojiao was about to feed him a second one, she slightly tilted her head.

“You eat; I’ll watch.”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced at his freshly cleaned hands.

“Want to smoke a cigarette?”

“Not in front of you.”

Yaen Chi and Huo Linxi were not around.

Bo Yanching quite craftily managed the situation.

In such gatherings, there were always people coming up to chat, and he conveniently used those two to block people approaching from either direction.

Nan Jiaojiao chuckled, “I’d like some pasta.”

“Alright, I’ll get some.”

Bo Yanching stood up, but Nan Jiaojiao pulled him back a bit, “Get a lot; I’ll share some with you.”

Bo Yanching pinched her cheek.

“Are you that worried I’ll go hungry?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face turned slightly red, and she chuckled softly.

After enough eye contact, Bo Yanching finally walked away, and in the blink of an eye as he turned around, Qu Xiaoxiao appeared from nowhere, sat next to Nan Jiaojiao and took his place.

“Sister Yao?

She’s together with her dad.

They are talking, and Sister Yao asked me to come find you first.”

“Mo Li?!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s breath hitched.

“How could you leave her with Mo Li alone!”

Qu Xiaoxiao, holding a piece of Osmanthus Cake, followed Nan Jiaojiao as she stood up, her face looking confused.

“What, what’s wrong?”

Isn’t it normal for a father and daughter to talk?

Nan Jiaojiao, without another word, made to leave but was stopped by Bo Yanching, who had just returned.

“Over there.”

His gaze was impartial, yet he accurately gestured towards the direction from which Chu Yao was coming.

Seeing Chu Yao unharmed, albeit with a gloomy face, Nan Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and took a clean plate, scooping out half of the pasta.

Just as her hand reached out and before Bo Yanching could extend his, Chu Yao directly took it, seating herself on the sofa opposite.

“How did you know I was hungry?”

Nan Jiaojiao frowned, staring coldly at her.

Chu Yao casually picked some pasta with chopsticks and took a couple of bites.

Suddenly feeling a chill on the back of her neck, she looked up just in time to meet Nan Jiaojiao’s chilly stare.

“What?” Chu Yao glanced at the plate in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

“You have some, don’t you?

Want to fight over what I’ve eaten too?

How twisted is that!”