She has no chance to come into contact with those dangerous people and things.
Their circle and hers were completely different worlds, and it was not possible to integrate into them overnight.
Or, Gu Luoqi is so powerful that he can even hide her past so perfectly without any loopholes.
Or, those things were true in the past, but now this person is... fake.
But how is it possible...
Bo Jinyan closed his eyes heavily.
The cell phone rang suddenly.
He opened his eyes, opened them quickly, and answered.
"Master Bo, we found out. I have sent you a list of people who have been in and out of the backstreets in the past month."
Bo Jinyan's expression changed: "I know."
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, his subordinate said again: "Those people have been checked. There is nothing special. They are all fugitives."
Bo Jinyan hummed: "Are there no other strange people?"
"No."
His subordinates were also confused: "Master Bo, did someone offend you and hide in the back streets?"
That's really looking for death.
Bo Jinyan: "No, nothing else?"
"there is none left."
"Well, hung up."
Bo Jinyan hung up the phone, clicked on the list, and read it carefully. The further down he looked, the darker his face became.
None of these people can have anything to do with Gu Luoqi.
So who is she looking for?
Bo Jinyan pursed his lower lip, slid his finger over the mouse, and scanned the list again.
But no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything special.
The doorbell suddenly rang twice.
He frowned slightly, thinking that Mo Ye was back again, so he opened the door without thinking much.
When he saw the person outside the door, he was slightly stunned.
"dad."
"Go in and talk."
Father Bo sighed and walked in. After looking around, his eyes showed a bit of nostalgia.
"You bought this house when you made your first pot of gold. After all these years, you still like to stay here."
Bo Jinyan hummed, and calmly packed away the documents and notebooks on the table, then went to the kitchen to make two cups of tea.
"You came to see me, what's the matter?"
Father Bo was silent for a moment, took out a letter from his pocket and pushed it in front of him.
"Give me a reason."
"..."
Bo Jinyan glanced at the familiar letter, remained silent for a moment, and said, "There is no reason. Bo Jincheng has done a good job and can take charge of the overall situation. He can sit in the position of the heir of the Bo family quite well."
"Don't I know you yet?"
Bo's father frowned and said, "You have brought the palace group to such a large scale, and now you just want to leave. Are you really willing to leave?"
"There's nothing I can't let go of." Bo Jinyan was calmer than he thought, and didn't feel anything was wrong at all. "Dad, Bo Jincheng is your son too."
"..."
Bo's father paused and drank tea, hiding the complex emotions that flashed across his face.
Bo Jinyan refused to give in at all: "I focused all my energy on the Palace Group in the past few years. Now that the company is of this scale, whoever takes over will become more prosperous and will not decline, so you can rest assured."
"Jincheng is good, but he can't do what you do."
Bo's father said stubbornly: "Besides, you are my eldest son, and all this should belong to you."
"I don't care about this."
Bo Jinyan remained unmoved: "I have already decided."