Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, "I thought you two talked about everything."
Bo Yanching didn't respond to that, his face expressionless, but when he looked down, his eyes softened naturally when Nan Jiaojiao came to mind.
"Look at the time."
He raised his watch right under her eyes, "When I left, even Han Chuan had slipped away. I had to lock the door. Can't you let me know earlier if you're working overtime next time?"
"Third Brother Bo," Song Yuan quickly explained: "I'm really sorry, the two co-actors I'm working with just couldn't get into character, which delayed us. Don't blame Jiaojiao, she's just doing her job."
She automatically ignored the intimacy in the man's tone.
Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyebrows, only glancing at the gradually closing distance of Song Yuan with her eye corner, pouted, and huffed, "You're scolding me."
Bo Yanching was almost scared out of his wits.
How long had it been since she acted spoiled?
Nothing good ever came of this.
