Little Nine looked utterly confused.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Whether to make a move or not was a dilemma.
If he acted, it was the young master’s grandmother he’d be dealing with; if he did, who knew if the old lady might cause a huge commotion.
If he didn’t act, perhaps the young master would send him off to Africa.
It was truly a dilemma with no easy way in or out.
Old Mrs. Zhan shrank her head, no matter how many tis, she was still quite scared of her grandson, but being the elder, she couldn’t lose face in front of the younger generation, so she stubbornly said, "Little Mo, you really know how to joke."
She spoke hesitantly.
Suddenly, she lost her nerve.
Bo Yimo glanced at Little Nine, who resigned himself to his fate, dead whether quick or slow, causing a commotion would at least get the young master’s protection; in Africa, he’d be all alone. Comparing the two, heading in seed the better option.
Thrown out, so be it.
Just as Little Nine was about to step up, Old Mrs. Zhan said warily, "I was invited by the father-in-law, you can’t throw out."
The father-in-law being Old Master Bo.
"And why not." Bo Yimo spoke nonchalantly, dressed in a black suit today, his upright fra made him look more free and elegant, his refined features unfolding like a pure lotus, unsullied by mud.
"Little Nine, throw her out, no dogs or old ladies allowed in."
Little Nine silently gave a thumbs-up to the young master, truly dazzlingly admirable!
Old lady=dog, treated on the sa level.
The way he defended his wife was sothing he respected!
At this, Old Mrs. Zhan felt frightened, he really was one who didn’t budge with hard or soft approaches, if she offended him, what was she as a grandmother.
She took a few steps back, "Little Mo, let’s talk things over, I was just..."
Little Nine advanced step by step, and Old Mrs. Zhan feared truly getting thrown out and losing big face, so she turned to run.
"Little Mo."
Mr. Bo, not seeing anyone co inside for a while, stepped out to check, and seeing this scene, imdiately spoke up.
Old Mrs. Zhan, seeing Mr. Bo, was delighted, like spotting reinforcents, "Son-in-law, son-in-law, look at Little Mo, shouldn’t you manage him a bit, his own grandmother cos, and there’s no welco at all..."
"Mother," Mr. Bo called out not warmly, the events of those years made him instinctively hold no favor towards this mother-in-law, only generating disgust.
He glanced around, his gaze landing on Tong Yan, and paused, "This must be Yan, right?"
Tong Yan was sowhat surprised at his friendly address, and slightly bowed to show respect, "Mr. Bo."
"In the blink of an eye, she’s grown so big." Mr. Bo’s gaze turned a bit hazy, as if recalling sothing.
Could it be they knew each other before?
Tong Yan wanted to ask to clarify, but Mr. Bo reverted back to his usual self, "Little Mo, since they’re all here, let’s go inside together."
Bo Yimo still respected his father sowhat, nodded, and agreed.
Now Old Mrs. Zhan regained her bravado, swaggering past them inside.
Seeing the task complete, Xiao Zhi was also taken back by Little Nine, and Tong Yan turned to leave, but Mr. Bo stopped her, "Yan, you co along too."
No choice, Tong Yan had to brace herself and join.
Though it was a Bo Family family feast, because Old Master Bo personally organized it, the event was no small matter. The past few days, who knew who leaked the news, and suddenly, everyone scrambled to co with gifts to curry favor, especially many from the military and political spheres arrived one after another.
Seeing this, Old Master Bo waved a hand, expanding the scale, turning it directly into a banquet.
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