The words "go home", coming from her mouth, sounded soft and mushy.
Although Bo Yanching still felt displeased, he was also soothed to the point that the collapsed part of his heart was filled completely.
He hugged her annoyedly and gritted his teeth, "I will die because of your mouth one day!"
Nan Jiaojiao giggled, reaching her hands up just to touch his shoulder, then Bo Yanching lifted and carried her straight to the bathroom.
"Bath, bedtime!"
Outside the Mountain Villa, the plane they had arrived in was parked on the lawn.
Bo Yanching, holding Nan Jiaojiao's hand, protected her as they boarded.
Under the distant shade of the trees, a black sedan was parked.
After the plane took off, Nan Jue got out of the car and opened the back door.
A pearwood cane emerged first, followed by the wrinkled, old hand of an elderly man resting on the dragon-headed cane.
Nan Jue assisted, helping Old Master Nan out of the car.