Especially when that girl called him "uncle," Nan Jiaojiao almost burst out laughing.
Bo Yanching took off his suit, folded it casually and placed it on the bench. He was wearing a black shirt inside with a neatly tied tie. He untied the tie and loosened a button on his shirt, revealing his faintly visible collarbone. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down, fully displaying the mature man's charisma. He always dressed in suits, looking quite serious, while Nan Jiaojiao liked to dress young, inadvertently widening the age gap between them. His handsome face rarely showed a smile, making him look more like the owner inspecting the restaurant than someone dining in a hotpot place.
The girls at the nearby tables glanced over, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. Nan Jiaojiao sensed it, gently kicked him, and whispered, "That's enough, don't be so mature. If you take more off, it's inappropriate."
Bo Yanching slowly lifted his eyes, giving her a look.
