Bo Qingzhi grinned cheekily, "Grandpa is getting jealous."
Old Master Bo couldn't hold his expression, his face darkened, "You're always talking nonsense, becoming more and more muddled!"
"Great-grandpa!"
Little Xiao Zhi came toddling in from outside, his usually cool little face lit up with a smile, his chubby little arms and legs like white, plump lotus roots.
As soon as Old Master Bo heard Xiao Zhi had returned, he immediately smiled, "Xiao Zhi, come here."
Little Xiao Zhi put down his little backpack and ran to his great-grandpa, saying crisply, "Xiao Zhi really missed great-grandpa."
Those words filled Old Master Bo with joy, making him forget about everything else.
In just a few months, Xiao Zhi had the family's most powerful figure wrapped around his little finger; his ability was not to be underestimated.
With Xiao Zhi around, the alarm was lifted.
Mr. Bo gave Bo Yimo a look, signaling him to leave quickly.
