The old lady sat by the bed, watching Ji Shunuan's fleeing figure, the tenderness in her eyes almost impossible to hide. The moment Ji Shunuan closed the door, a trace of coldness flashed in her gaze.
She sat on the bed, looked up at the window, and picked up her phone to make a call.
"Old Gu," the old lady's voice was deep, yet carried an unprecedented oppressive tone.
On the other end of the phone, Old Master Gu, who had been in the middle of a rant, quieted down instantly upon hearing her voice, and said with some confusion, "Madam Bo?"
A sneer flickered in the old lady's eyes, and she chuckled softly, "It seems you still remember this old lady."
"How could we forget? Not only is the Bo family the richest in Jincheng, but you are the richest globally. Your family has contributed so much to the world."
