Old Master Bo frowned, raising his voice, "Still not giving up? That girl has already found someone else, yet you refuse to let go! Ate some kind of love potion?"
Mrs. Bo had long disliked that woman, and now that the highest authority didn't support her, she naturally seized the opportunity, quickly advising, "Little Mo, that woman doesn't look like anything good, with such a wild heart, flirting here and there, and in the future, she'll..."
"Shut up."
Bo Yimo's voice was icy cold. In the light, his exquisite features were shrouded in shadow, misty and obscure, making it hard to read.
Mrs. Bo fell silent immediately; she was still apprehensive of her younger son.
"Mother, please choose your words carefully," Bo Yimo cast an emotionless glance at her, then turned to Old Master Bo, "Grandfather, please trust my judgment."
Old Master Bo snorted lightly, "So many rumors every day, is this your judgment?" Unlike Little Mo, who doesn't even have a single rumor!
