Brother, This Is for You

Mu Wanwan obediently moved to Bo Sihan's side and sat down.

"Let's go to school in the afternoon," Bo Sihan said.

Mu Wanwan nodded and took a sip of milk. She did not notice the man's gaze at all. She stuck out her tongue and licked the milk on the corner of her lips.

Bo Sihan felt a lump in his throat and his eyes darkened.

Ever since she followed Bo Sihan to Bo Manor, Mu Wanwan and Bo Sihan were mostly silent and rarely communicated with each other.

Therefore, the atmosphere at the dining table was always terrifying.

"Brother, this is for you." Mu Wanwan took a slice of orange and placed it in front of Bo Sihan. "Eating more will help you replenish your vitamins."

Bo Sihan narrowed his eyes. Mu Wanwan knew that he didn't like to eat fruits.

"Don't be picky." Mu Wanwan looked at Bo Sihan seriously. "Your low blood sugar is also related to your picky diet."

The maid in the dining room gasped when she saw Mu Wanwan speaking to Bo Sihan in such a commanding tone. In Bo Manor, no one dared to speak to Bo Sihan in an authoritative tone.

The maid thought that Bo Sihan would definitely be angry, but she didn't expect him to calmly pick up the orange and take a bite.

Then, he nodded slightly.

"It's very sweet."

"This orange is indeed very sweet and delicious." Mu Wanwan pushed her luck and took another piece of orange and placed it in front of Bo Sihan. "Since you think it's sweet, then you should eat more."

She remembered that when Bo Sihan had low blood sugar, he was more prone to manic depression.

Her fear of Bo Sihan in his manic episodes was etched into her bones.

Today's breakfast was quite pleasant. At least, it wasn't as chaotic as before.

After dinner, Bo Sihan went to the study to handle some company matters while Mu Wanwan returned to her room.

She could go back to school in the afternoon. Mu Wanwan remembered her previous agreement with the professor and prepared to organize the new script she had written and show it to the latter.

She had just sat down in front of the desk when the phone on the table vibrated.

Bo Yunze's name appeared on the caller ID.

Since this morning, Bo Yunze had called her no less than ten times, but she did not pick up. She had nothing to say to him anyway.

Ignoring the buzzing sound of her phone, Mu Wanwan focused on the computer screen.

She carefully checked the script to see if there were any problems. She didn't notice that the bedroom door was opened and Bo Sihan walked in.

His phone was still vibrating.

It was not until a large, cold hand suddenly reached out to the table to take her phone that Mu Wanwan noticed Bo Sihan and was shocked.

"Why aren't you picking up?" Bo Sihan glanced at the caller ID, and his aura turned cold.

Mu Wanwan was dumbfounded.

Could she not answer Bo Yunze's call?

"Afraid of picking up?" Bo Sihan curled his lips coldly. "Wanwan, I should let you see what happens to traitors."

Without waiting for Mu Wanwan to speak, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. He roughly pulled her up from the chair and walked out of the bedroom.

Before Mu Wanwan could explain to Bo Sihan, she was pulled into the basement.

The basement was filled with the strong smell of blood. Mu Wanwan almost vomited when she smelled it.

The bodyguards guarding the basement closed the door. Bo Sihan let go of Mu Wanwan and walked to the sofa to sit down.

This was Mu Wanwan's first time in the basement.

She knew what the basement of the manor was used for, so she had always resisted approaching it.