Chapter 66: What Explanation Do You Want

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, her face expressionless as she stared at Bo Yanching.

His expression was indifferent, his dark eyes slightly squinting, conveying a deep, silent meaning.

Nan Jiaojiao walked up to him, her eyebrows slightly raised, and said, “I did it.

What explanation do you want?”

“…”

The break room fell silent.

This girl’s got nerve.

Bo Yanching took his hand out of his coat pocket, stretched out his fingers one by one, and pressed his fingertips into her palm to check—no sweat, but very cold.

“Which hand did you use?” he asked, his gaze downcast, sounding indifferent.

Nan Jiaojiao shifted her right foot, “I used my foot to kick.”

Everyone was shocked again.

Didn’t they see Master Bo’s softening attitude?

Just a few nice words from her and this would be over.

Why be so contrary?

It truly was unclear who was asking whom for an explanation.

Unperturbed by the atmosphere, Nan Jiaojiao boldly asked, “Should I break my leg to compensate them?”

“…” Bo Yanching paused, gripping her hand, took a cold breath, and said somberly, “Why would I let you get hurt.”

“So, you’re not pursuing this matter?” Nan Jiaojiao withdrew her hand and put it back in her pocket, “Then I’m leaving.”

Hearing she was leaving, Lu Zhenzhen and Han Qi swiftly guarded her, standing by her side like left and right protectors.

Bo Yanching leaned back slightly, glanced at the cigarette between his fingers, his gaze then moving past it to look at the girl’s upright silhouette, “Not calling anyone on seeing me?”

Nan Jiaojiao stopped, turned her head, then turned around.

She walked up to him and respectfully called out, “Uncle Three.”

She had never followed Shen Shichu in calling him uncle, but once she accidentally called him Uncle Three and he didn’t object, Nan Jiaojiao kept calling him that whenever she was angry or a bit petulant.

Bo Yanching’s eyebrows tensed then relaxed, his thin lips slightly curving, “Very good.”

“May I leave now?”

“Mhm.”

He agreed, and Nan Jiaojiao turned and left.

Ignoring the shocked expressions of everyone else.

No wonder she was so bold; she was his own niece, after all.

Jih Mingyue and Mo Di went pale, and their agent was shaking so much he could barely stand without leaning against the wall.

The corridor was as quiet as if dead.

Bo Yanching stood up and coldly ordered, “Handle this.”

Han Chuan nodded and walked toward Jih Mingyue and the others, who trembled even more, fearing they were about to be silenced permanently.

Han Qi, who had returned, offered Bo Yanching a cigarette, “Uncle Three, I called my baby, you don’t mind, right?”

Bo Yanching didn’t take it, his gaze turning cold.

Han Qi shrugged indifferently, his eyes sweeping towards Jih Mingyue and the others, his smile suddenly chilling: “Uncle Three had better handle this well.

Otherwise, if it falls into my hands, whether they can stay in Rongcheng City or not is not certain, especially since they angered my baby.”

Bo Yanching glanced at Han Qi’s severed hand, his thin lips curved slightly, and he scoffed before walking away.

Laughing at what?

It’s just a severed hand.

It’s important to see who made him do it; he was willing!

Han Qi leaned against the wall, lighting the cigarette Bo Yanching hadn’t taken, and after a few puffs, went to catch up to Nan Jiaojiao, who was already gone.

At the Minglun Entrance, the car door was open, Gao Zhe walked quickly inside.

He was dressed in a black suit with a light overcoat.

As he was about to step up, he looked up and saw Nan Jiaojiao helping a heavily intoxicated Lu Zhenzhen out.

His expression hardened, and he reached out to catch Lu Zhenzhen in his arms.

Instantly, he smelled the strong scent of alcohol on her, her face against his neck hot and searing.

“Zhenzhen?”