The phone suddenly rang, it was from Zhou Sheng.
Bo Yanchen took the phone back to his room and stood on the balcony, lighting a cigarette.
Zhou Sheng's tone was tinged with anger.
"Brother Chen, the old house has sent word that there will be a family ancestral worship on the fifth day of next month. They have also assigned Baby Shen a task, saying he's now five years old and, as per the Bo Family tradition, he should offer incense and kowtow to the ancestors alone, one by one acknowledging them.
Baby Shen also needs to prepare a speech, formally addressing the entire Bo Family in his capacity as the next heir."
Bo Yanchen furrowed his brows tightly, dragging hard on his cigarette, "..."
Zhou Sheng was gnashing his teeth,
