Nan Jiaojiao sensibly massaged his temples, "You've worked hard, let me help you relax."
Bo Yanching couldn't help but laugh, pulling her hand down, "Alright, just put on a show, if you really massage, I'm afraid your hand will hurt."
Nan Jiaojiao curled her fingers, grumbling, "You think I'm useless."
"No way!"
Bo Yanching pulled her into his embrace, "Take it easy, it's scary, I don't have the guts."
Nan Jiaojiao lightly glanced at him, "Men's words can't be trusted."
"Who says that?"
"My grandpa!"
Bo Yanching: "..."
The old man spoiled his kids, often using the tactic of losing a thousand to hurt the enemy by eight hundred, even scolding himself.
Bo Yanching coughed lightly, "Sweetie, others' words can't be trusted, but mine can. Could you cut me some slack?"
Nan Jiaojiao blinked at him, "Alright."
She looked into the car, Bo Yanching held her hand as he stood up and explained, "Han Chuan brought me here, he went home first. I'll find a designated driver later."
