"Third Uncle, I'm begging you, please save me..."
Ye Shiqing just started to speak when she suddenly saw Nan Jiaojiao standing next to Bo Yanching and froze.
"Sister? Why are you here?"
Nan Jiaojiao looked at her leisurely, "Why can't I be here?"
Ye Shiqing's fingers tightened. She didn't fall on purpose; she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get close to Bo Yanching and would be driven away by the people around him, so she used a bit more force. She didn't want to get up either; from this angle, no matter how she moved, she was always under the man's gaze.
But Nan Jiaojiao looked at her like that too, as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her head.
She couldn't even say the words she wanted to say.
"Han Chuan."
Bo Yanching took two steps back while holding Nan Jiaojiao, "Move the things away."
Things...
Move away.
Not even considered a person.
Han Chuan grabbed Ye Shiqing and made her stand up, without any pleasantries, directly pulling her aside.
