"Then, Grandpa, what do you mean?"
Elder Bo thought for a moment, "Well, there's no need for you to keep vigil all night. After you've offered incense and burned the paper for your dad, come to my place. The room is already prepared for you. Stay at home tonight."
"I have a few friends coming, Grandpa, where will you arrange for them to stay?"
Bo Yanching smiled, and his smile made Elder Bo's expression improve significantly, thinking Bo Yanching accepted his advice, "They can also stay at my place, next to your room."
Bo Yanching asked calmly, "Then if I'm not watching over my father, who will?"
"Let the butler choose a few servants at random to watch for a night. It's rare for you to come back. Spend the evening with me to meet a few friends. I've booked the restaurant you liked as a child."
Bo Yanching's expression completely darkened, not a trace of a smile left, and a sense of killing intent shone in his eyes.
This is his own son's seven-day mourning!
