"Tonight…"
Bo Jinghang blinked and turned to look at the bedroom door. He suddenly understood.
"Oh ~ I understand. Grandpa asked you to attend that socialite event today…"
Bo Jinchuan threw an ice blade at her.
Bo Jinghang immediately shut up and glanced in the direction of the bedroom door. He nodded repeatedly and signaled with his eyes—
"I understand! I understand!"
Bo Jinchuan retracted his gaze and said,
"You insisted on going to the company with me. What should I do after that?"
He didn't have the ability to lie to her.
Bo Jinghang was deep in thought.
"Well…"
Bo Jinghang glanced at him and changed his posture.
"Well…"
A few seconds later, Bo Jinhang glanced at Bo Jinchuan again and stroked his chin. "This…"
"…"
Bo Jinchuan watched as his expression changed from seriousness to a frown, then to a grimace. It was worse than constipation!
