Touching his chin, Mr. Bo murmured: "Among the children of Rong Jia, this youngest son is the most capable. And Wei Guo has worked hard for our Bo family all his life and has never asked for anything.
I am the only one who spoke this way today, probably because I want to arrange a future path for my little son! However, your answer is probably more useful than a contract. It is simply a reassurance and reassures him!
"
Bo Jinghan just laughed at Bo Lao's sigh.
Then he changed the topic.
"Grandpa, now that Chief Rong is at ease, you should have time to answer my questions, right?"
He winked playfully.
When Bo Jinghan raised his head and looked in the direction of the old man, he found a simple agarwood box in his hand.
The wooden box was only half the size of a palm, but the elegant lines and clear carvings immediately attracted Mr. Bo's attention.
"Hanhan, where did this thing come from?!"
Mr. Bo shouted softly, causing Bo Jinghan to scratch the hand holding the box.
Startled, she looked up at Mr. Bo, who looked solemn, and shook the box at him: "Do you know this thing?"
"show me."
Without answering her question directly, Mr. Bo asked for the box, looked around it up and down, and then used the same technique to open the cleverly designed box.
But when he saw the key inside, he opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was frightened or suspicious of something.
Immediately, a complicated gleaming light flashed across his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there was only a "click" sound.
Mr. Bo closed the box again, but did not return it to Bo Jinghan. Instead, he asked her in a very serious tone: "Hanhan, tell grandpa - where did this thing come from?!"
"Grandpa, this thing..."
"Don't ask why, answer my question first!"
Mr. Bo asked very urgently, and Bo Jinghan had only seen this kind of anxiety once in the past five years, and it was at an extremely critical moment.
But this time...
Frowning slightly, Bo Jinghan suppressed all speculations in his heart, and his eyes slowly slid from Mr. Bo's face to the box he held in his hand.
After being stunned for half a second, she spoke slowly and explained why Shang Zhirong handed the box to her.
And during her narration, Mr. Bo's mind came to his senses.
After all, he was someone who had been in the trenches and fought through hail of bullets. And the decades of immersion in the business world were not in vain.
He quickly sorted out the pent-up emotions in his heart, looked at Bao Jinghan calmly, and put the box into his trousers pocket while she watched.
The whole process was calm and composed.
It’s as if that thing belongs to him!
"Grandpa?"
"This thing is of no benefit to you, so grandpa should keep it for you!"
In response to Bo Jinghan's inquiring call, Mr. Bo subconsciously pressed his hand on his pocket, as if he was afraid of someone coming to snatch it.
Logically speaking, if it was an ordinary box, even if Mr. Bo wanted a hundred or a thousand boxes, she would get them for him.
But it happened that this thing was specially ordered to be given to her by her mother. Coupled with the old man's defensive actions at the moment, and his reaction when he saw the box... this kind of thing made Bo Jinghan have to think more!
Could it be——
Before Bo Jinghan could think about it, Mr. Bo's voice returned to normal again.
"Hanhan, go upstairs and see Nuan Xia, that girl has been locking herself in the room since she came back!"
