The word “sell” was a crude one, and it drained the color from Qiao Yu’s face. The air in the car turned glacial. Jiang Yuchuan tried to play peacemaker. “Maybe next time, then. When you’re free.” But his attempt did little to ease the tension. An unbridgeable distance seemed to hang between Qiao Yu and Bo Hanshi. Qiao Yu’s phone buzzed to life. The screen read: Nan Chu. On the other end, Nan Chu’