Nan Jiaojiao sat there lazily, with a faint smile on her lips, yet she had that smug look of someone basking in reflected glory, much deserving of a beating.
Lu Zhenzhen placed a cup of hot milk in front of Nan Jiaojiao, teasing, "Drink up. Your Mr. Bo specially ordered it for you. You need to nourish yourself more; you're still young."
Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously looked down at her own, chest.
Quite troubled, "It's quite suitable as is. If I nourish any more, I'll have to go up a size."
"Pfft—"
Chu Yao spat out a mouthful of wine, feeling it was a waste, and quickly wiped the spill around her mouth back in.
"What the hell?"
Chu Yao measured with her eyes, "Oh, they seem to be a bit bigger than before I went to prison."
"Is that so?" Nan Jiaojiao quietly pushed the milk away, "I probably don't need any more nourishment then."
Lu Zhenzhen: "You can talk to Bo Yanching about that."
Nan Jiaojiao silently pulled the cup back in front of her.
