At the thought of this, his gaze landed on a corner. It lingered for a few seconds before retracting.
She quietly reached out to support the old man.
"Dad, it's getting late. Let's go back."
Old Master Bo turned to look at him. When he looked at the door, he saw a group of reporters swarming towards Shen Fanxing and Bo Jinchuan.
He frowned, but before he could say anything, Bo Yuelin helped him forward.
Facing the reporters who had suddenly surrounded them, Yu Song naturally wouldn't let them get close to the two of them. He immediately surrounded the reporters.
The situation was getting out of control.
Bo Jinchuan and Shen Fanxing's path was blocked.
The reporters were trapped at the side, and the ones who blocked their way were a group of ordinary people.
Bo Jinchuan hugged Shen Fanxing tightly as a sharp glint flashed across his eyes.
