Bo Yanching paused for a moment. "Can you really handle it?"
Nan Jiaojiao almost burst out laughing.
After all, it was childhood friendship. Song Yuan didn't understand Bo Yanching's true nature at all.
Other women in his eyes were no different from cabbages, all the same. Otherwise he wouldn't have been suspected of having some special orientation back then just because there were no women around him. After he met Nan Jiaojiao, Old Lady Bo clung to her and refused to let go, like she'd seized the lifeline that could extend the Bo Family's future bloodline.
If he really had that kind of tender, considerate EQ toward women, would he have stayed single for so many years?
Song Yuan almost couldn't believe what she heard. Not quite sure, she asked, "Third Brother, do you have something urgent to do?"
"Nothing urgent," Bo Yanching glanced at the time. "Your family will be here soon. I'll leave after they arrive."
So fast?
