The man pressed the muzzle against Bo Qingshan's forehead.
He sneered, "You must care a lot about this child, right?"
"Sister Jiaojiao!"
Bo Qingshan's eyes widened.
He wasn't afraid; after all, he was a descendant of the Bo Family. He had the courage, having read many martial arts novels and yearned to be like those bold heroes who faced danger head-on. He also wanted to heroically say, "Go on without me."
But then he thought, if he died young, who would marry Nan Jiaojiao?
His mind went blank, and he blurted out, "Save me!"
Nan Jiaojiao's face turned utterly dark.
A sharp pain in her wrist, a whip lashed out. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the riding crop in her hand and whipped her wrist again. Grimacing in pain, she glared at the person who had sneak-attacked her. The attacker smiled at her as if victory was certain.
…
Bo Yanching came out of the construction site, pulling at his tie, feeling restless. He called Nan Jiaojiao, but she didn't answer.
