Chapter 922: Has She Gone Mad

“Third Master Bo, I’m truly sorry.

We didn’t expect Zhou Zining to cause this trouble.

We’ve tried persuading her for a long time and planned to take her back, but she refuses to listen to us.

Whenever we show any firmness, she throws a huge fit and gets extremely agitated.”

Mr.

Jih’s son, who is also Zhou Zining’s uncle, had a face full of apologies.

“Agitated?” Bo Yanching was holding Nan Jiaojiao’s hand, warming it in his pocket, with the Jih Family standing on his other side.

He leisurely brushed off some non-existent dust from his clothes, “Could she be crazy?”

The hearts of the Jih Family sank heavily.

Bo Yanching said she was crazy.

Then it must be true.

Without needing further explanation, Mr.

Jih understood immediately, “I’ll take Zining away later and have a psychiatric evaluation done.

If she truly is ill, we will take her back to the Jih Family by today and she will never appear in Rongcheng City again, please spare her for the sake of Shuxian.”

Bo Yanching said nothing.

He stood tall in front of the elevator, his impassive face reflected in the uneven mirror surface.

His aura was heavy and cold.

He had already given enough face for Bo Shuxian, and spared Zhou Zining.

But he was utterly fed up with people who lacked boundaries.

As for sparing the Jih Family, that was impossible.

“You are—”

Old Mr.

Jih, who had been standing behind with a sullen face, suddenly rushed forward a few steps.

His daughter-in-law almost couldn’t support him as he walked straight over.

Bo Yanching glanced at him coldly, realizing Old Mr.

Jih was heading towards Nan Jiaojiao.

Instantly, he pulled Nan Jiaojiao behind him, stepping aside to block Old Mr.

Jih’s path.

In a cold voice, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Third Master Bo, can I ask who is the person behind you?

I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before, she looks very much like someone I am indebted to.”

Old Mr.

Jih pulled out his phone and found a photo.

“Look, isn’t the person in this photo her?”

Bo Yanching looked down and his brows instantly furrowed.

It was Nan Jiaojiao.

She was at the Bo Family, and Zhou Zining had secretly taken a photo of her.

The face wasn’t captured clearly, just a profile, but anyone familiar with her would recognize her at a glance.

“Please don’t misunderstand, I just want to ask, is she, is she…”

“Xiao Nanshan.”

Nan Jiaojiao introduced herself, stepping out from behind Bo Yanching, “I saved you.”

Old Mr.

Jih stared at her for several seconds, then his face lit up with excitement, his suspended hand trembling uncontrollably, “Yes, yes, yes, it’s you, it’s Xiao Nanshan.

You once rescued me from the brink of death without accepting any payment.

You left a prescription and departed.

I have always been grateful to you and have been looking for you.

When Zining gave me this photo, I couldn’t believe it, but it really is you.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t feel the least bit flattered by the continuous ‘you’ coming from the old man with gray hair.

Even as the Jih Family warily observed her, her expression did not change in the slightest.

If by age, she was the junior and shouldn’t accept it.

But in terms of healer and patient, she deserved it.

“Oh, really, why are you looking for me?”

“I’ve always wanted to thank you in person.

Back then, it was the younger members of the family who didn’t understand and let you leave.

I’ve always felt guilty over the years and wanted to find you to pay the medical fee.”

Nan Jiaojiao had once lived a rather carefree life, primarily because she felt that living or not made no difference.

In that frame of mind, she developed a certain nobility, viewing money as dirt.

When she felt like it, she would save people, and this effortless act earned her a considerable reputation.

She wasn’t short of money, but when it’s delivered to her doorstep, especially from Zhou Zining’s family-

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t the least bit hesitant.