Bo Yanching hesitated for a moment, a fleeting chill of murderous intent flashing through his slightly drooping eyes.
As he looked up, he had already hidden all his emotions.
"Let's eat first, I will ask your Uncle Xu in a bit."
"Mm-hmm."
Bo Qingshan nodded and took a bite of rice from his spoon.
"Do you have any injuries?" Bo Yanching asked.
"No, I'm fine, just that the rope was tied a bit tight on my hands and it hurts a bit, but a nurse held my hand and applied some medicine when I came over, and it'll be better soon."
As he mentioned this, he remembered the way Nan Jiaojiao had shielded him.
His lips pursed, almost on the verge of crying again, but Bo Yanching stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth just as he opened it.
"Tell me, how did Sister Jiaojiao protect you?"
