Chapter 770: You May Return at Ease

Chu Yao said confidently, “Am I that close to him?”

Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, a trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes, “Should I turn on the loudspeaker for you?”

Without even asking, he knew what she wanted to do.

No response was as good as an agreement.

Mo Tingshen turned on the loudspeaker but didn’t place it in front of Bo Yanching.

Instead, he kept it beside himself, where every breath could be heard clearly.

Then, generously, he nodded at Bo Yanching, specifically glancing at the call interface on the screen.

Bo Yanching: “Xiao Yao?”

Chu Yao didn’t engage with him, but instead, a buzz of static emerged from the phone.

She must have used another phone to dial a number.

When the familiar ringtone rang out, Bo Yanching instantly stood straight.

Not until he heard Nan Jiaojiao’s voice: “Speak.”

Chu Yao paused for a moment, “Are you choking me?

Who provoked you to take it out on me?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t say a word, but one could hear the faint crunching sounds as she bit into a piece of candy, cracking it and then grinding it into smaller pieces.

Chu Yao asked, “Where are you?”

“On the road.”

“What’s on the road?”

Nan Jiaojiao: “A road.”

Chu Yao asked cheerfully, “What else?”

“Trees.”

“Anything else?”

“People.”

The three men wore bewildered expressions, listening to their awkward chat.

Chu Yao changed the subject, “Baby, I asked the Director for a day off, I’m resting tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

“Aren’t you curious about how I’ll spend it?”

“Don’t want to ask.”

Chu Yao, pretending not to hear, “Isn’t it your birthday tomorrow?

Whatever you want to do, I’ll be with you.”

Bo Yanching tensed in an instant, his shoulders as if hooked by a thread, unable to relax.

He moved involuntarily towards them, ready to grab the phone, longing to hear more clearly.

Mo Tingshen glanced at him, simply switched the phone to his other hand, instantly creating at least a three-step distance between them and Bo Yanching.

Taking advantage of the moment when Bo Yanching dared not speak casually, he hadn’t anticipated that the man would directly reach out, grabbing his neck from behind to pull him back.

The sharp pain in Mo Tingshen’s neck made him wince, and he resignedly handed over the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao’s candy-biting was clearer; she seemed to be standing in the wind, a slight cold breeze grazing her face, whispering past her ears, her low voice as if wrapped by the cold wind.

“Chu Yao.”

“Hmm?”

“Turn off the loudspeaker.”

“Cough cough…” Chu Yao almost choked to death on her own spit, sheepishly laughing, “Off, turning it off right now, don’t hang up on me.”

The next second, the call ended.

Bo Yanching remained stunned for a while before tossing the phone onto the desk.

“You didn’t know her birthday?” Mo Tingshen asked.

“I knew, but it’s not tomorrow.”

Previously when Bo Yanching watched cartoons with her, he had asked what she wanted for her birthday.

At that time, Nan Jiaojiao looked at him oddly, nestled in his embrace without speaking for a long time.

Bo Yanching thought she didn’t want to say, so he didn’t press on.

After two episodes of the cartoon ended, suddenly he heard her voice: “My birthday is not December 28; it’s February 23.”

Bo Yanching immediately thought of the date on her identification card.

It was fake.

“When magnolia flowers blossom—”

Nan Jiaojiao stood up straight, her hands raised high.

Bo Yanching, out of habit, bowed and ducked his head, making it easier for her to climb onto his shoulders.

That night, Nan Jiaojiao rested in the crook of his shoulder and said to him, word by word, next to his ear: “Stranger on the road, you may return slowly.”

Bo Yanching muffled a laugh, “Why suddenly melancholic, singing a farewell with whom?”

Nan Jiaojiao bit his neck and said, “Remember, you may return slowly.”