"Oh, I wouldn't dare, how could I possibly make you miss me? I'm just an old lady; can't I live by myself with a parrot? How could I let you all worry about me."
Nan Jiaojiao pretended not to understand Old Lady Bo's sarcastic tone and massaged her even more skillfully.
"If I don't think about you, who else would I think about? That Bo Yanching, the old man?"
Old Lady Bo almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
This girl is as clever as a fox.
If it were any other old lady, a granddaughter-in-law speaking ill of her grandson to her face would've earned a slap long ago. But who asked Bo Yanching to behave this way over the years, turning himself from the old lady's beloved to some ambiguous, aging, greasy man.
Even she started to dislike him, who could she blame?
"And haven't you been off with that old man for quite a while, without even calling me once."
Nan Jiaojiao's nonsense flowed smoothly: "Next time, I'll take you with me wherever I go!"
