"Are you sending someone to take care of me or to watch a prisoner?" Grandpa Chu hit the nail on the head.
"Exactly..." Mu Yin pouted, nodding repeatedly while squeezing out a couple of pitiful tears.
She really looked so pitiable!
Bo Fengheng glanced coldly at her, a faint sneer forming at the corners of his thin lips, "Are you sure you don't need these people?"
Quite the actress, but she was playing the wrong audience.
If he were the real Chu Junyan, he might have been somewhat fearful of the well-respected, trouble-making old Chu, but he was Bo Fengheng, and he wasn't buying it.
"Grandpa Chu, my fever has almost subsided, can I go home please? It's really uncomfortable staying here..." Mu Yin pouted, suddenly bursting into tears and giving him a timid glance, unclear in her intent, hesitating to speak further.
She looked as though she had been grievously bullied by him.
"..." Bo Fengheng narrowed his eyes, his dark gaze probing as it landed on her.
