Just Right

"Chengjiang, how is it? Go and beg Dad. Go back and beg Dad. Zitong is Dad's biological grandson. He won't sit back and do nothing! Bo Jinchuan is a lunatic. He's a lunatic…"

Looking at Bo Chengjiang's expression, Yuan Huixin knew that there was no outcome on his end. She could only bring up Old Master Bo, who had been angered earlier.

Then, she recalled Bo Jinchuan's coldness and heartlessness.

A chill ran down her spine as fear overwhelmed her.

Bo Chengjiang couldn't care less about the old man's current health. He hurriedly turned to leave.

"Instead of begging Grandpa…"

A low and cold voice sounded from behind. His words carried a strong hint of suggestion.

Bo Chengjiang turned around and looked at Bo Jinhang, who was still leaning against the door of the emergency room. Seeing his indifferent expression, the muscles on Bo Chengjiang's face twitched.