Bo Yanching's eyebrows twitched.
Oh no.
"Thanks for the reminder, Aunt Mou."
He hastily said a word of thanks, turned around, and hurried towards the courtyard, his steps even quickened a bit.
Bo Yanching usually has a steady disposition, especially with an elder present. Normally, he would never be this impolite, but Aunt Mou thought about it and followed him inside.
She had just walked to the persimmon tree outside the young lady's room and saw, through the window, Bo Yanching wrapping Nan Jiaojiao up.
Aunt Mou quickened her pace and went inside, "Mr. Bo, young lady, what's the matter?"
Just as she asked, Nan Jiaojiao, with her head and face wet, looked over bitterly, "Aunt Mou, the pipe burst!"
Bo Yanching wrapped a bath towel around her, wiping water off her, holding his urge to laugh.
No matter how hurriedly he moved, he was still slower than her quick hands; he had only taken off his coat before standing under the shower, drenched.
