"Young master, the old lady is waiting for you inside."
As soon as the butler finished speaking, an old lady with bound feet walked over from behind. She was wearing a brocade-edged embroidered jacket, looking quite spirited. Her hair was curled fashionably, her face full of wrinkles, her cheekbones a bit high, and her small inverted triangular eyes made her look sowhat sharp and acerbic.
Though she looked elderly, she wasn’t lacking in strength. She pushed the butler aside and walked directly in front of Bo Yimo. "Little Mo, since you’re already here, no need to be shy. Let grandma make you so..."
She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Tong Yan sitting inside. Her eyebrows furrowed as she unceremoniously asked, "Who are you?"
Her gaze fell on their clasped hands, and her voice rose, "What are you doing pulling and tugging at Little Mo? As a young lady, you should have self-respect. It’s truly scandalous!"
Tong Yan hadn’t even opened her mouth before getting scolded like this, which made her temper flare up.
But considering she was an elder, respect was due. So, Tong Yan just replied in a plain tone, "Old Mrs. Zhan, it’s your grandson who’s pulling and tugging at . Please get the truth straight."
Old Mrs. Zhan’s small eyes widened, "What are you saying? Just because of your looks, how could Little Mo..."
"She’s not wrong."
Bo Yimo suddenly spoke. He opened the car door, got out, and personally went to the other side to open the door for her, slightly bending down and extending his right hand, waiting quietly for her.
Gentlemanly and considerate, exuding nobility.
This action instantly embarrassed Old Mrs. Zhan. She found it hard to believe and pointed at Tong Yan with a trembling hand, "You, you, you, Little Mo must have been seduced by you, you vixen. I need to..."
"Old Mrs. Zhan."
Bo Yimo called out, his voice deep and calm. Though it was a usual way of speaking, the re three words stopped Old Mrs. Zhan from saying anything further.
Although she was Bo Yimo’s grandmother, they didn’t usually interact much. Moreover, when he was young, she had done sothing that distanced him further, so now she was sowhat afraid of him.
That’s the first reason; the second is his deanor, which made her hesitant to approach him.
Tong Yan saw Old Mrs. Zhan faltered and instantly felt delighted.
As the saying goes, ’when the enemy suffers, the friend rejoices’—that’s precisely it.
Tong Yan placed her left hand on his right hand, raised her head, revealing her smooth chin, and slowly got out of the car like a proud queen.
This whole series of actions left Old Mrs. Zhan staring blankly, her face displeased as she glared at Tong Yan but didn’t dare say a word.
The two stood by the car; the man was tall and handso, the woman charming and beautiful—a perfect pair, pleasing to the eye.
But the more they looked like this, the more frustrated Old Mrs. Zhan felt.
Still mindful of Bo Yimo, she adjusted her expression, speaking kindly, "Little Mo, have you eaten? I’ll ask Ah Gui to make your favorite dishes."
Though she looked like a kind old lady, her sharp features made it appear sowhat strange.
Bo Yimo casually listed several dishes without even pausing.
Old Mrs. Zhan’s expression was initially pleased, nodding continuously, but the more she listened, the stranger it beca, "Little Mo, don’t you usually avoid spicy food? Why the change in taste now?"
Tong Yan suddenly spoke up from the side, "These are my favorite dishes."
Even if they weren’t, she’d say so anyway, just to irk her!
At this mont, Old Mrs. Zhan was left speechless.
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