Whoever Chu Wanru was looking for was too useless. It would have been great if Bao Sihan had been killed abroad and everyone would have been happy.
Some people who coveted the power in Bo Sihan's hands complained secretly in their hearts, but did not dare to show it on their faces.
Mr. Bo's face became serious, his eyes flashed, and he glared at Bo Wenchuan.
Everyone knew that he always doted on his grandson.
As soon as Assistant Tang finished speaking, the old man thought that his grandson had mentioned the Chu family before, and Wen Chuan's reaction was great, so of course it was true!
In the old man's heart, no one in the Bo family can compare to Bo Sihan.
Not to mention, my grandson has limited mobility. If by any chance he encounters danger, there is not much hope of escape!
It is very likely that you will be injured or killed...
Thinking of this, Mr. Bo suddenly became angry, dropped the tableware in his hand, and shouted at Bo Wenchuan: "Hurry up and terminate your relationship with the Chu family!"
Everyone was so frightened that they all lowered their heads like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, fear rising in their hearts.
No one in the Bo family dares to challenge Mr. Bo's majesty.
Bo Wenchuan's face was pale and he did not dare to look at his father. He took several deep breaths, gritted his teeth and replied respectfully: "Yes."
He pinched the chopsticks in his hand, the joints turned white, as if he was about to break the chopsticks, and his fingertips were trembling slightly, hiding the fear in his heart.
Mr. Bo's expression softened a little. Dr. Lu, how could the Chu family be as important as his own grandson?
He tilted his head and asked Bao Sihan concernedly, "Are you injured?"
"No, don't worry, grandpa." Bao Sihan replied calmly.
Mr. Bo nodded, looked away, and murmured: "That's good."
Bao Sihan looked at Bo Wenchuan, who was no longer arrogant and domineering, and raised his eyebrows coldly. This second uncle could only steal the chicken but lose the rice.
Afterwards, he was too lazy to care about others and wanted to continue to fill his stomach.
If I don't eat, I'm afraid Jingyu will be angry if he finds out.
Bao Sihan was about to put the dish into his mouth when his arm suddenly stopped and he thought of something.
Bao Sihan put down his chopsticks, his eyes were rare and gentle, but what he said put Bo Wenchuan at the bottom of a cold valley.
"Recently, my second uncle has been dealing with your fund-filling matters. There are only a few days until the end of the month. If this loophole cannot be filled, the overseas management rights will be taken back by then."
Bo Wenchuan felt cold all over, and he let go of the chopsticks in his hands, rolling onto the table. His face changed drastically, and his eyes gradually became angry.
Over the years, everyone has known that Bo Wenchuan has made money by relying on overseas business.
If it is taken back, the second room will be very unhappy.
However, the Bo family was so large that no one had time to sympathize with him; most people's eyes flickered and they glanced at Bo Sihan.
If the rest of them could win this management right, wouldn't the benefits go to their own families?
There are also many people who have secret thoughts and are ready to act, and this is the nature of wealthy and aristocratic families.
Mr. Bo felt even more unhappy when he thought about this.
His voice was deep, he glanced at Bo Wenchuan and said coldly: "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
"I heard that, I will deal with it as soon as possible." Bo Wenchuan endured the anger in his heart and stared at Bao Sihan as he answered.
When he left, his expression was extremely bad.
On the other side, Bao Sihan and his parents cared about the old man's health for a while, gave some instructions, and then left together.