Bo Yanchen left the hospital and headed for the Mausoleum.
Because Bo Yangao's cause of death was unusual, he had to be buried early. The funeral was arranged for this morning.
Bo Yanchen was in a bad mood, and as his personal assistant, Zhou Sheng saw right through it.
He tried to give advice while driving,
"Brother Chen, if you're upset, you should talk to Miss Tang. There's no need to bottle up your feelings. With both of you like this, Miss Tang must also be feeling uncomfortable."
Bo Yanchen replied coldly, "What does her discomfort have to do with you?"
Zhou Sheng's mouth twitched, "It has nothing to do with me, but seeing her affect your mood like this, I can't help but feel for you."
"Which eye of yours saw her affecting me?"
Huh? Does this even need eyes to see? Even a blind person could feel it!
Zhou Sheng managed to squeeze out a smile,
