Chapter 562: We Can Laugh At You

Chu Yao tugged at his sleeve.

Mo Tingshen did not move.

“Brother, goodnight.”

The man unconsciously furrowed his brow, sighed silently, but still bent down to pull the blanket up to the appropriate height, softly saying, “Sleep.”

Chu Yao let go of her hand, and he walked out, turning his rolled-up sleeves back down.

Using his left hand seemed somewhat strenuous, as if he could be heard grunting softly.

She slightly twitched the corners of her lips, smiled, then buried her face in the blanket, the smile disappearing as she stared at the dimly lit living room for a while before closing her eyes to sleep.

Mo Tingshen went to the balcony outside the living room, closed the glass sliding door, flicked out a cigarette, and had just lit it when Bo Yanching’s call came through.

“I heard from Yaen Chi that you’re staying home to recover?”

“Hmm.” Mo Tingshen exhaled a ring of smoke.

Bo Yanching was also lighting a cigarette; the sound of his lighter striking was clearly audible.

He spoke leisurely, “Xu Shu said that the knife wound to your chest was pretty severe.

Who did it?”

Mo Tingshen caught on, “Youngest, are you making fun of me?”

Bo Yanching chuckled, “Really not coming?”

“Not tonight, I can’t drink, it’d be a downer.”

“How could it be a downer,” Bo Yanching laughed softly, “we could make fun of you.”

Mo Tingshen’s voice was hoarse and severe, “I owe you one!”

“Looks like the lightning that struck you found its way; you’re due for some karma.”

Bo Yanching had just reached the elevator, his cigarette-hand resting above a trash can, flicking off the ash, “Mo Family hasn’t made a move yet?”

“Mo Li is still unconscious, we’ll talk when he wakes up.”

Really?

Unconscious.

Falling unconscious at such a time.

Even Madam Mo hadn’t made a fuss.

Inside and out, the Mo Family was as quiet as a grave, with an unsettling air, even from afar in broad daylight, one could sense a silent solemnity.

Bo Yanching knew well of Mo Tingshen’s temperament, beneath his seemingly gentle and smiling face hid ruthless and fierce tactics, the person was already being watched, and it was only a matter of time before he was done for.

Other people’s family affairs, outsiders should not interfere, Bo Yanching was not a gossip.

He made this call specifically to remind, “Don’t make too much noise, it’d be tough to handle.”

“Understood.”

The two spoke a few more words before hanging up.

Mo Tingshen smoked two more cigarettes consecutively, his body cooling from the wind, and only then did he return inside, as his left chest throbbed with pain.

On the other side, the elevator opened, and Bo Yanching’s gaze remained on his phone as his lips curled into a smile.

Nan Jiaojiao just happened to be standing outside the elevator with a cup of milk tea, calmly watching him.

Bo Yanching looked up and saw her, stepping out from the elevator, “You came out to meet me?”

“I was sending Wanting back to the rest room, she has to study.”

The man reached out to take her hand, but Nan Jiaojiao stepped back, giving him a sideways glance, then quietly diverted her gaze, suddenly asking, “Is there a dog outside?”

“What?”

Bo Yanching almost didn’t catch on, remembering that Nan Jiaojiao had once asked him the same question.

“You were smiling quite smugly just now.”

Nan Jiaojiao had a face of righteous indignation, as if she had caught him red-handed.

Bo Yanching couldn’t help but laugh and tapped her forehead lightly, “Where would I go find a dog, would I have the guts?”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored him, and when he reached out again, she dodged once more.

“It was Mo Tingshen, I had something to discuss with him, we chatted for a bit.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao appeared satisfied with his proactive explanation, gracefully stretching out her hand, her fingertips perked up towards him.

Bo Yanching, understanding, took her hand and walked towards the direction of the private room.

“Will you come back with me to the Bo Residence tomorrow?”