On the grand chair in the center of the hall sat an elderly man with a full head of white hair, dressed in a traditional Tang suit. His spirit was lively, and his face, marked by wrinkles, had weathered the changes of many generations, making him appear even more composed. His eyes were filled with wisdom, as if he could see right through people’s hearts, the kind of insight only years in a high position could grant.
"Grandfather, why are you here?" Bo Yimo asked with a frown.
"I’m here for so convalescence. Why, is that not okay?" Old Master Bo replied with a straight face, looking sowhat serious, then suddenly held his head, "Oh dear, why does my head suddenly hurt? It’s killing !"
Faced with such a sly Old Master Bo, the usually calm and composed Bo Yimo was left speechless for once.
Little Nine, following behind, struggled to hold back his laughter.
The young master always strategized with certainty and stability towards everyone, except when it ca to Old Master Bo, he was utterly helpless.
This is what they call one thing restrains another.
However, fearless as ever, the most stubborn Old Master Bo was also the one most willing to listen to the young master.
Bo Yimo remained silent for a long ti before speaking, "Grandfather, it’s getting late. Resting early is better for your health."
Old Master Bo glanced at him, then turned his gaze to Tong Yan, who was in his arms, his expression sober, "Bringing a woman ho in the middle of the night, that’s quite bold. Who is this woman?"
Bo Yimo replied in a bland tone, sowhat helplessly, "Grandfather, don’t you already know?"
Old Master Bo smiled, "Tong Yan... it’s a good na."
Recently, he had investigated this girl, purposely leaving traces for his grandson to discover, to see his reaction, whether he ant to hide her or reveal her, and didn’t expect that he’d do nothing, letting him investigate.
It seems he intended for him to know.
Bo Yimo didn’t say anything, remaining silent.
"She’s quite skilled, but unfortunately..." Old Master Bo’s voice was leisurely, suddenly his deanor turned solemn, "... she doesn’t match my grandson."
As he spoke, the imposing aura of his high status swept over, making it difficult for Little Nine to breathe.
The atmosphere in the hall seed to freeze, terrifyingly quiet.
At this mont, Tong Yan murmured and slowly opened her eyes, seeing Bo Yimo, she grinned, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tried to kiss him. But realizing she was being held and unable to move, she struggled fiercely, insisting, "Put down, let down..."
Bo Yimo released her.
Tong Yan tried to stand straight, but unexpectedly, her head was too dizzy, she couldn’t keep her balance and fell directly against Bo Yimo.
She clung to Bo Yimo’s arm for support, rested her other hand on his jaw, stood on tiptoe, and with a deanor like a rogue bullying a young maiden, said cheekily, "Pretty boy, give your master a kiss, and I’ll treat you well."
Finishing her words, she kissed him directly.
Little Nine watched from the side, nervous, "Young Madam, are you trying to stir things up?"
Please don’t ss around!
The old master is watching!
Give the young master so face, co on!
He sneaked a glance at the old master’s expression, which seed to grow increasingly nacing...
This spells trouble!
Little Nine gave his young master an encouraging look, it seed the young master’s path to winning his wife was becoming increasingly long...
Poor young master for a mont!
As for why he determined that Miss Tong was the young madam, it was because she was the young master’s beloved!
As long as the young master wants it, it will surely happen!
Old Master doesn’t agree? That’s only temporary, the young master will sort everything out!
Little Nine has blind confidence in his young master!
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