Bo Sishen saw Bao Tinghao getting into the car, his eagle eyes darkened as he furrowed his brows, "Tinghao, what are you doing here?"
Bao Tinghao's melancholy eyes stared straight at Bo Sishen, "Uncle, we need to talk."
"About what?" Bo Sishen furrowed his brows, asking in a deep voice.
"Uncle, your life has always been very simple, how could you allow such a strong smell here? It seems you've really changed a lot for Mu Shini." Bao Tinghao's gaze fell on a takeout box on the seat shelf and a piece of stinky tofu on the long-haired footrest, frowning involuntarily, "Uncle, you never allowed such strange smells before."
Now that he's back in the country, he hasn't even gone home, bought stinky tofu, and came straight to see Mu Shini.
His usually indifferent and stern uncle, shockingly, bought breakfast to make a girl happy.
Bo Sishen's eagle eyes narrowed, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Tinghao, what's the matter?"
