Nan Jiaojiao shouldn't laugh, but when her little uncle recreated this scene for her, he was so serious, using his righteous face to speak the words of a sly woman, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
Bo Yanching's lips slightly curved, "Looks like Grandpa hasn't been able to let go for decades, he remembers clearly what Elder Jiang said."
"My grandpa holds grudges, but he doesn't have any tricks against my master."
Bo Yanching took away the chopsticks from her hand and wiped her mouth with a tissue, "Never really looked again afterwards?"
"Never looked, my master only ever wanted to make money, he didn't even keep a little puppy around, let alone any male dogs. Grandpa probably has a shadow over it, in his younger years, the elders in the clan urged him, but he just refused, after all, the Nan family already has an heir, why bother."
Bo Yanching looked at her with increasing interest.
No wonder, her rebellious nature isn't without reason.
