Bo Yanching was so amused by her that he laughed, "You call this complaining without a cause, acting tough when you're actually hurt."
Nan Jiaojiao puffed her cheeks: "..."
"Who am I to you?" Bo Yanching lowered his eyes, gazing at her intently.
Nan Jiaojiao's mouth quickly blurted out three words: "Future husband!"
"Take out the 'future' and say it again."
"Husband!"
"Hmm."
Bo Yanching kept a calm exterior like an old dog, but he was secretly pleased. However, he was still somewhat angry, so he had to show some signs of anger; otherwise, she'd end up pushing him aside every time something happened, and that's a bad habit that shouldn't be cultivated.
"I didn't mean to not think of you, I just didn't want to disturb your work. I wasn't seriously injured, and I planned on going directly to you after leaving the hospital." Nan Jiaojiao finally picked up her conscience, remembering to pacify him.
