Nan Jiaojiao laughed as she looked at him, "Are you even jealous of my professor?"
Bo Yanching took a deep breath and flicked her forehead with his finger, "How petty am I? Am I jealous of a fifty-year-old man too?"
Nan Jiaojiao laughed even harder, "Isn't that what you just said?"
"It's not safe at night. What if I'm not here and can't pick you up?"
Bo Yanching reached for her hand, and Nan Jiaojiao instinctively slid hers into his palm.
She tilted her head to look at him, "You won't be absent, right?"
The man's mouth curved into a handsome smile, "Right."
Once they were in the car, Bo Yanching fetched a mousse cake from the back seat for her, "You barely touched your dinner, where would you like to eat now?"
Instantly, Nan Jiaojiao thought about Uncle Zhan's home cooking, but it was quite a distance from there, and it was also very late.
"I feel like having porridge, the seafood porridge at Imperial Garden is quite good."
