Bo Jinyu heard his praise, slightly raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "Well, dying from laughter isn't a bad way to die!"
Pff!
Ye Guoli immediately spat blood.
Was that an appropriate response?
The main point was whether he acknowledged him as his father!
Why did he bring up dying from laughter?
Ye Anran couldn't help but smirk a little.
Uncle Bo was simply too wicked, wickedly delightful!
"Son-in-law, that joke was really humorous."
"I'm telling the truth, Mr. Ye!" Bo Jinyu replied indifferently, with such a serious demeanor that it was hard to tell he was joking.
"Uh..." Ye Guoli's face couldn't hold the embarrassment, but he stifled it and managed to hold back.
Over the years, his success in business was due to his thick-skinned endurance.
But Bo Jinyu seemed oblivious to his uncomfortable expression, his lips curled in a half-smile as he held Little Anran's hand and gently played with it in his palm.
