"So? What do you mean by that? Do you want to reach into our Bo family?"
Bo Yuelin's gloomy voice sounded. The shares that were just within his reach were interrupted by Ji Fengmian's words. Moreover, her words were filled with sarcasm. The Old Master could no longer mention the shares.
One hitting his grandson when he was down was enough to shake his heart.
How could he be at ease?
"I'm just trying to be fair! Although I don't want to admit it, my daughter is still the future mistress of the Bo family! Even if we're biological brothers, we can't be careless when it comes to stocks."
Bo Yuelin sneered. "So you and your daughter have designs on the Bo Consortium again?"
Ji Fengmian raised an eyebrow. "I don't care, but it depends on my mood."
Old Master Bo snorted coldly.
"How arrogant! How ridiculous!"
Ji Fengmian glanced at him and sneered.
"Seems like you haven't learned your lesson."
