Nan Jiaojiao returned the cup to him and couldn't wait for him to put it down before asking eagerly, "Why on earth?"
"I don't know."
Nan Jiaojiao was frustrated by these three words, "How can you not know, you shouldn't not know, aren't you friends?"
Bo Yanching chuckled, "I didn't get up much earlier than you, how would I know, if Mo Tingshen wants to tell me, I'll naturally find out."
Nan Jiaojiao's face fell; a juicy piece of gossip was right in front of her but she couldn't access it, leaving her utterly vexed. She lost all her mood and felt getting up early was disrespectful to her body, so she pulled the blanket over her head and planned to continue sleeping.
But Bo Yanching insisted on pulling her out of bed, and the cold air made her protest, "I took today off, I don't need to work!"
"You still have to get up, I'm taking you out to play."
"Play what, I didn't even get to hear the gossip!"
