Chapter 1085: Does Your Conscience Not Hurt

Bo Yanching got irritated just by looking at him.

But he didn’t say anything, maintaining the demeanor of an elder.

Not long after, Han Chuan came in carrying the hotel-delivered meal boxes.

Bo Yanching quickly handed Qianqian to Nan Jiaojiao, his hand brushing against her arm, and softly said, “Jiaojiao, take Qianqian inside, she needs to use the bathroom.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao put Qianqian down and led her by the hand to the lounge.

Bo Yanching packed away the chessboard and stepped on Bo Qingshan’s foot, “What are you doing here?”

Bo Qingshan folded his arms, but his bravado dwindled as soon as their eyes met, yet he couldn’t hold back, “Is it because you don’t want me bothering Sister Jiaojiao that you signed me up for the Olympiad math class?”

Bo Yanching replied with four words, “You know, so why ask.”

“Uncle, do you know how many tutoring classes I have?”

“I don’t know.”

“I have drawing, piano, basketball, swimming, and a tutor on Saturday afternoons.

Plus, I need to carve out time to do my weekend homework.

Now you’ve signed me up for an Olympiad math class, I have absolutely no free time left, I barely have time to eat.

Uncle, do you have no sympathy for a poor elementary school student?

Does your conscience not ache?”

“Oh.”

Bo Yanching gave a light response.

He gestured Han Chuan to set the food, and with his long legs, he maneuvered around the corner of the coffee table, perfectly stepping over Bo Qingshan’s shoulder and sat down on the sofa, grabbing Bo Qingshan by the collar and hoisting him onto the single seat beside it.

“You still have time to walk Qianqian, proving you can manage to study.”

Bo Qingshan suddenly felt like he’d been struck by lightning, almost charred.

“Come on!

That was just a coincidence!”

Bo Qingshan hurriedly gestured with his hands, “I’m really overloaded; I just won’t go to the Olympiad math class.

If you insist, I’ll complain to Sister Jiaojiao.”

Bo Yanching furrowed his brow.

He couldn’t be manipulated by a brat.

“You’re about to enter middle school, and your math scores are the worst.

If you don’t catch up, you won’t even pass the entrance exams.”

“I’m already second in my grade.

Where can’t I get in?” exclaimed Bo Qingshan.

Little did he realize that the word “second” instantly lifted Bo Yanching’s mood.

“But you’re still second, aren’t you?”

Bo Qingshan’s straightened back slumped again.

With such a talkative mouth, since birth, why couldn’t he ever win against his uncle?

Except when teasing him about his age.

At this moment, Nan Jiaojiao emerged holding Qianqian, a napkin in hand, walking sideways and wiping Qianqian’s hand.

Bo Yanching nudged Bo Qingshan’s ankle with his foot and whispered, “Watch your mouth.

If you dare snitch, you won’t get to eat.

I’ll kick you out right now.”

Bo Qingshan!!!

Family affection really is a distant and unfamiliar thing.

To enjoy a meal with the beloved Sister Jiaojiao, Bo Qingshan swallowed the humiliation handed to him by another man.

But halfway through the meal, Bo Yanching was serving fish soup to Nan Jiaojiao when she signaled for him to scoop a few more fish balls.

Qianqian had finished eating long ago and was curled up on the sofa playing.

Suddenly she heard the phone ring, realizing she was sitting on it.

A few vibrations startled her, causing her to arch her back and retrieve the phone.

She accidentally swiped the answer key.

“Sister, phone.”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head, took the phone, and ruffled Qianqian’s hair.

But seeing the caller ID, her smile immediately disappeared.

It was Su Rong.

She chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth before putting the phone to her ear, “Grandma, you need me?”