Bo Yeyuan was enveloped in an aura of death, as if he were the incarnation of the Grim Reaper, ready to take his soul away with a scythe the next second.
"Who ordered you to send these?" came a hoarse voice from hell...
Two servants shrank back and said, "The Young Lady instructed us to bring them."
"Lying..." Bo Yeyuan bent slightly, grabbing a servant by the collar. His fingers seemed to lack strength, and his body, like a towering mountain about to collapse, swayed perilously.
Leike supported him, consoling, "I don't think Miss Li would do something so heartless. These flowers must not be from her."
Last night he misspoke, nearly costing the Young Master his life. He was careful with his choice of words.
"It really was the Young Lady's orders. The wreath even has her signature..." The servant said with a terrified face, having been beaten.
Bo Feier looked at the wreath in alarm, "There really is her signature!"
