"Why is he picking me up? It's not even on his way."
Song Yuan probed, "Didn't he often pick you up when you were at the film crew?"
"Oh," Nan Jiaojiao gently set the chair legs down. Although her sitting posture wasn't particularly elegant or ladylike, her innate ease and calmness exuded an ethereal aura. Yet, the hint of a smile that was neither here nor there in her eyes somehow felt cold. "Anyway, we meet at home every day, so it doesn't hurt to see less of him during the day."
Song Yuan secretly took a deep breath.
That bitch!
How dare she use such a casual tone?
If it were another woman, never mind being doted on by Bo Yanching; just being able to exchange a word with him would make them happy for ages. But she was completely indifferent!
Song Yuan was full of envy, yet curious about how Bo Yanching interacted with Nan Jiaojiao in private. She tried probing for information, but Nan Jiaojiao would always change the subject.
Like she was sick.
