Bo Yanching's narrow black eyes slightly narrowed, his voice cold as ice, "You think you're worth my effort?"
"Yeah." Han Qi said with a tone, "I am your romantic rival, what's wrong with you spending some effort!"
Bo Yanching had never taken him seriously and turned around to leave, pulling out his phone and flipping through it.
"Give me Nan Jue's private number."
Han Qi raised the cell phone in his hand, "Doing a good deed should let others know what kind of backstabbing dog you're harboring."
Bo Yanching scoffed, "That's all you're good at."
Han Qi shamelessly said, "Oh no, I'm also quite good at pestering Jiaojiao to death."
Bo Yanching's expression faded a few shades, he sent Nan Jue's phone number to Han Qi, raised his eyes, his cold gaze slowly traveling from top to bottom, without a word, just the lethality in his look had erased the smile on Han Qi's face.
Elsewhere, Nan Jiaojiao had erased any trace of intrusion and calmly placed her phone face down on the table.