"The doors of the Bo Family aren't easy to enter?"
Nan Jiaojiao replied coolly, "Aren't you already inside?"
Wen Ya was momentarily stunned, the sudden humiliation almost made her lose her composed facade, but her instinctive response couldn't hide it, and her eyes glared at Nan Jiaojiao with irrepressible mad jealousy.
A single sentence threw her emotions out of control.
Perhaps years of wearing a mask had led to a conditioned response in her face, even if her gaze was unfriendly, her face still carried a smile.
"What do you mean?"
Nan Jiaojiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, with no trace of a smile in her eyes, she slightly raised her eyebrows, "Whatever you want."
With that, she turned and left.
After leaving the café, Nan Jiaojiao called Bo Yanching to lodge a complaint.
She didn't embellish the story, nor did she leave out a single word.
