Bo Jinchuan's eyes were as calm as ever. He reached out to tidy Shen Fanxing's hair and said calmly,
"Second Uncle, what do you want to say?"
Bo Yuelin's face turned serious.
"When you're spending time to please women, have you ever thought that your parents are still missing?
If he had the time to manage Miss Shen's company and spend time and energy to deal with those people who had only scolded her, shouldn't he spare some time for his parents? Even if he was alive, he had to find someone. Even if he was dead… he had to think about his funeral, right?
I know that these words aren't nice to hear, but… forget it. That's all I have to say. What to do is up to you. I only hope that you won't be bewitched and become the same as that heartless King Zhou."
Bo Jinchuan's eyes darkened and a cold glint flashed across them.
On the other hand, Shen Fanxing wasn't angry at all.
