"Grandpa."
Bo Yimo walked in slowly from outside, his brows and eyes shrouded in mist, as distant as green hills, very clear, very elegant.
Old Master Bo saw him and softened his expression, "You still remember to come back? I thought you had forgotten about this old man."
Bo Yimo glanced at Xiao Yi, "If I didn't come, wouldn't it turn into a sad, deep love affair?"
Xiao Yi lowered his head even more.
Young Master, Miss Tong really has nothing to do with him!
He is innocent!
Old Master Bo frowned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Bo Yimo met Old Master Bo's gaze, and spoke directly, "Grandpa, what are you dissatisfied with about her?"
She was, without a doubt, Tong Yan.
Little Nine was shocked.
No wonder he's the Young Master, so direct.
In the Bo Family, only the eldest and second young masters dared to defy the old master.
Old Master Bo's mind was as clear as a mirror, but he still played dumb, "What 'her' are you talking about?"
