Just as the words left his mouth, Han Che sharply noticed that Bo Yuman actually picked up the fruit knife.
He bolted, tossing the pillow he was holding.
The pillow, as if with its own eyes, flew straight towards Bo Yichen's face.
The man shrieked like a pig being slaughtered, almost lifting the roof off.
Bo Yuman dug her ears, "Xiao San, control your people, none of them show me respect."
Bo Yanching swept his gaze up and down, saying nothing yet saying everything.
With someone as unreliable as her, it's no wonder others can't respect her.
Bo Li was in a fluster. He couldn't calm Bo Yichen, watching as the wound, which had been stilled by the blood, started to bleed again. Bo Li nearly lost his mind, storming over to Bo Yanching in a few steps, his chest heaving with anger as he stared at Bo Yanching, swallowing back the words he was about to say.
Forcing his tone to soften, "Yanqing, save Yichen; after all, he's your brother."
