Bo Jinyu was about to speak when he heard Bo Youlin's somewhat haggard voice from outside the door, "Grandpa..."
Bo Youlin called out while walking in, his hair slightly disheveled, his face pale with a hint of green, his stubble around the mouth showing a circle of bluish shade, and his clothes weren't the clean, neat ones he had on in the morning, but an old shirt that seemed to exude a sour smell.
Bo Jinyu: ...
Old Master Bo: ...???
Only Qiu Liya glanced at him lightly, her eyes flashing a hint of amusement.
"Grandpa, I really have no other choice," Bo Youlin said as he entered, but after finishing his words, he noticed Bo Jinyu was also in the hall, his expression stiffening for a moment, followed by surprise, awkwardness, embarrassment, and then reverting back to that same look of exhaustion.
Bo Jinyu almost laughed out loud.
Looking at the completely changed Bo Youlin, he was genuinely curious who had come up with the idea for him?
