Chapter 1293: Bring Him Here Even If You Have to Carry Him

Elder Bo could no longer smile.

He momentarily refrained from addressing the identity of “Yanching’s wife,” and feigned concern as he asked, “How did you end up being locked in a room?”

Mr.

Song then recounted everything that happened that day, including everything he had heard from Song Yuan.

The butler served tea, and Mr.

Song skillfully used the lid to brush aside the few tea leaves floating on the surface.

“It’s all thanks to Miss Nan.

Yuan Yuan wanted to thank her, but when asked for her name, she refused to say.

I asked around and finally got to Yanching.”

The more Elder Bo listened, the colder his heart became.

Anger surged, and he directed his rage toward Bo Li, “Is this true?!”

Bo Li trembled slightly all over.

With others present, he barely maintained his composure, biting his lip as he said, “I don’t know.

Yichen didn’t tell me.”

“Would he dare!

He even dared to do something to Yuan Yuan, utterly audacious!”

From the first words Mr.

Song spoke, Elder Bo understood that they came to hold them accountable.

Otherwise, how could they have waited two days to come, having investigated everything they needed to?

He had always been dissatisfied with Bo Li and his son’s mediocrity.

Despite his support, they were still dull-witted in business.

That could still be overlooked if they had the ability to network and introduce connections.

Yet, how pitiful that one didn’t recognize the other!

This was still in the Capital City, yet they were so negligent!

Elder Bo did not bother to make excuses, angrily demanded, “Where’s that little bastard?

Bring him here!”

Bo Li’s lips turned pale, “Dad, Yichen is in the hospital; he’s bedridden.”

“Then carry him here if you must, to apologize to Mr.

Song face-to-face!”

Bo Li quickly replied, “Yes.”

As he left, he glanced repeatedly at Mr.

Song.

Mr.

Song showed no intention of stopping him.

Apparently, he intended to pursue this matter to the end.

What to do now?

Currently, Bo Yichen is released for medical treatment.

When he leaves the hospital, there’s only one path left for him, to be thrown into jail, but before entering, these people will surely skin him alive!

He had no other tactics left, so he went out and sent a message to Li Xin, asking her to delay things at the Bo Family.

Mr.

Song drank his tea silently, eyebrows slightly lowered, his heart like a clear mirror.

From beginning to end, Elder Bo hadn’t mentioned Nan Jiaojiao even once.

When Bo Li returned, Bo Yanching’s car also drove into the Bo Family premises, stopping in front of the villa before him.

Bo Yanching got out of the car, leaning on a crutch with one hand, and helped Nan Jiaojiao out from the car.

Looking up, he met Bo Li’s eyes standing beside the car.

With a slight smile, he nodded in greeting.

No matter what Bo Li’s facial expression was, he calmly led Nan Jiaojiao inside.

Vaguely hearing the voices inside, as soon as Bo Yanching entered, Mr.

Song saw him.

He didn’t stand up; positioning himself more comfortably to speak with Elder Bo, he leaned his body sideways, resting his arm on the table.

Noticing the two figures at the corner of his eye, he turned his head to look, sat back down, lightly brushing his fingers over the teacup lid as he did so.

The clinking of the tea vessel was immediately drowned out by the ongoing conversation.

“Yanching, you’re back?”

Bo Yanching nodded slightly, “Uncle Song.”

Mr.

Song responded courteously, gazing gently at the person beside him, “Is this Miss Nan?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t recognize this unfamiliar face.

Bo Yanching whispered to her, “This is Song Yuan’s father, the girl you saved that day.”

Oh, Song Yuan.

The name of that girl.

Nan Jiaojiao gave a respectful greeting to Mr.

Song, “Hello, Mr.

Song.”

Mr.

Song’s heart flickered, thinking this girl surprisingly carried an air of cultured grace.

Meeting strangers, she didn’t seem timid, yet the Ye Family he investigated lacked the background to nurture a lady of such upbringing.