Oh, here we go again.
The Young Master is lying to the Young Madam again.
They've seen this kind of shameless behavior many times, they're already used to it.
The black-clothed men who safely brought the Young Master back heard him speak, gave a look of disdain, and then withdrew in unison because Old Master Bo was present, and the surrounding area was already filled with military forces, allowing them to take a break for now.
For them, Old Master Bo's arrival is a good thing.
But for their superior, Little Nine, it's not.
If the two sides start fighting, should he help, and if so, who should he help, that's a problem.
Little Nine was very distressed, almost sad enough to cry rivers.
The current atmosphere is so tense he can barely manage to hang on!
Old Master Bo, at the top, was expressionless, his gaze sharp like a drawn sword, laughed in rage, "Little Mo, are you trying to anger your grandfather to death?"
Bo Yimo looked calm, "A scourge lasts for a thousand years."
