Bo Yanching tapped him with a chopstick, "Sit down."
Han Chuan immediately sat down.
He placed his hands flat on his thighs.
Looking at Bo Yanching with eyes full of devotion, he desperately tried to show, "See how obedient I am."
"Sort through the documents, take what you can handle with you, and leave the rest for me," Bo Yanching's fingers, usually holding a cigarette, came together and tapped on the table. "As for the inspection—"
He turned his head to look at Nan Jiaojiao. Before he could speak, she had already said, "Go ahead, will you make it back for lunch?"
Bo Yanching glanced at Han Chuan.
Han Chuan immediately said, "Yes! At most, an hour and a half."
Nan Jiaojiao nodded, "Then go, I'll take a nap and just wander around when I wake up, call me when you're back."
Bo Yanching looked at her and really didn't know whether to praise her for being understanding or blame her for being too understanding.
Why doesn't she cling to him at all?
