Chapter 52: Mr

Bo Calls Me Nan Jiaojiao

52: Chapter 52: Mr.

Bo Calls Me Nan Jiaojiao Nan Jiaojiao’s complexion darkened even further as she asked, “Just for three billion, Master is going to sell me off?”

“What an exaggeration!”

Pei Dongshi suppressed a chuckle, glancing down from above her head, “Do you think you could even compare to three billion in your Master’s heart?”

“…” The argument was sound; she couldn’t come up with a single word in response.

Pei Dongshi saw her brows and eyes relax into an “I think so too” expression and couldn’t help but turn away to hide his laughter.

Even now, he still remembered the roaring from his Master over the phone:

“She was right at the doorstep, and she didn’t dare to come in!

She sat at my door, ate a roasted sweet potato, and then left, she just ate a roasted sweet potato and left!

Left!

What does she mean by that?

Deliberately coming to annoy me?

Did she also fart before leaving?”

Indeed, if temperaments don’t match, one can’t enter the same door.

Pei Dongshi, leaning his elbow against the windowsill, was rubbing his curled fist against the corner of his lips, deliberately baiting her, “Master has already taken the money.

Are you going in or not?”

He thought he would have to exert some effort on spending on the girl’s mental preparation, but as soon as he gave her an out, she voluntarily stepped off the ride.

“Agreed?”

“Does senior brother think that by selling me off, we can gather up three billion for Master?”

The money was already in Master’s pocket; getting her to spit it out was impossible.

Nan Jiaojiao was well aware of this, but there was a lot she didn’t know.

For instance, Pei Dongshi looked at her as if she were a fool, reached out to tousle her hair, “You’re being too modest.

The founder of E.Y is worth that much.”

Bo Yanching came out from inside and the first thing he saw was this scene.

His gaze moved from Pei Dongshi’s hand to Nan Jiaojiao’s face and settled, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

As their eyes met, Nan Jiaojiao felt a sudden sense of unease, so she pushed Pei Dongshi’s hand away and glanced ahead.

Only then did Pei Dongshi notice the person standing on the steps, walking a few paces forward, he laughed, “I’m Dong Shi, a disciple of the Medicine God, pleased to meet you.”

Bo Yanching swept a glance at Pei Dongshi’s hand, his figure shifted slightly as he descended the steps, and only then did he take his hand out of his trouser pocket to give a cursory handshake.

“The president of E.Y happens to be a disciple of the Medicine God, that layer of identity, Mr.

Pei kept very well hidden.”

Pei Dongshi looked down with a smile, his eyes trailing past Nan Jiaojiao, “Xiao Nanshan is more renowned than I am, and besides, I went into business quite early, which is against Master’s preferences.

To avoid upsetting her, I seldom take on cases.”

Bo Yanching’s eyes lifted slightly, “Then why take on the Bo Family’s case?”

“The money is good,” Pei Dongshi’s smile at the corner of his mouth grew even warmer, and even though he sensed some hostility from Bo Yanching, he remained composed, “But it’s still not me who will be taking action this time.

I haven’t practiced medicine in a long time and have grown rusty.

My young apprentice has some skills; she can do the healing.”

Only then did Bo Yanching take a serious look at Nan Jiaojiao.

The young girl stood quietly behind Pei Dongshi, her head bowed seemingly obedient.

But that cool, indifferent expression made her look utterly disinterested.

She was pretty good at smiling when she was with Pei Dongshi, wasn’t she?

“Is that so?

Would the young apprentice happen to have a title as well?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelids twitched at Bo Yanching’s seemingly mocking tone, her eyebrows furrowing, her voice taking on a cold edge, “I have no title, my name is Nan Jiaojiao, Mr.

Bo can simply call me by my name.”

“Nan Jiaojiao, huh…”

Bo Yanching’s lips curled up in a hint of mockery, “Medicine King Valley has some nerve, pushing around customers.

I asked for Xiao Nanshan, and they send a young apprentice my way.

If you can’t cure me, you’ll have to spit out that three billion just the way it was swallowed.”