Burned?
How can such a beautiful thing be burned, especially when it's expensive!
Anyways, Uncle Bo doesn't want it anymore...
Bo Qingshan sneakily glanced at Bo Yanching's retreating figure as he went upstairs, stood behind the bar with his hands clasped behind his back, leisurely whistling. Once he heard the sound of a door closing upstairs, he immediately hugged the dress and gown to his chest and dashed back to his room, making sure to lock the door behind him.
Hehe, when Sister Jiaojiao comes over on Saturday, it'll be perfect to give it to her.
He's broke right now, Uncle Bo, being an elder, should contribute to his love life. It's no big deal, he could just be extra filial later on. Besides, his mom taught him since he was little that being thrifty is a virtue, and he wants to be a good child who listens to his mother.
In the middle of the day, Lu Zhenzhen and Gao Zhe finally came out of their room.
The dining room was being set up.