Chapter 155: Stop Bossing Around in My Bo Family

Too self-important!

“Kang Xiangyue, your father’s generation has already declined, an incompetent elder, a son seizing power.

My grandma and your grandma were close as handkerchiefs, and the affection of their youth is not something you can guess.

I respect Grandma Kang, she would rather claim sickness than be persuaded by your father to beg my grandma for a favor.

Yet you, always running here under the guise of her name.”

The color drained from Kang Xiangyue’s face instantly.

When she spoke, she instinctively pleaded, “Yan, Yanqing…”

Bo Yanching’s face was expressionless, his voice calm, betraying no hint of emotion, “Your Kang Family has long changed hands.

Han Qi is a rare business prodigy.

Bearing the Han name is the greatest insult to your Kang Family.

Instead of pointing fingers in Bo Family’s affairs, you might want to think about how to please your brother and seek a way to survive under his rule.”

“Auntie Wu.”

Bo Yanching sent everyone away, leaving only Auntie Wu, which was the greatest dignity he could offer Kang Xiangyue.

He said coldly, “Next time she comes, don’t let her in.”

“Alright.”

Auntie Wu smiled and watched Bo Yanching leave, then politely saw Kang Xiangyue off, “Miss Kang, you drove here, right?

No need for me to see you out.”

Finally, Old Lady Bo didn’t have to hide anymore.

Kang Xiangyue glared fiercely at Auntie Wu, her face pale with anger.

Bo Yanching had completely stripped away her last shred of dignity!

Back when Grandma was sick, Old Lady Bo came to visit, and Kang Xiangyue found out that the old lady had such powerful social connections hidden away.

Her father scrambled to cling to Bo Yanching, unaware that she had already been entering freely in Bo Family using her grandmother’s name.

Being chased out this time, next time, she might not be able to enter again.

All because of that despicable Nan Jiaojiao!

Bo Yanching got into the car, where Nan Jiaojiao was deeply engrossed in a match-three game, her brow furrowed in frustration.

“Have you been waiting long?”

She didn’t even look up, “No.”

Bo Yanching fastened his seat belt, and she reached out her hand, phone screen facing up, “Help me pass this.”

He took it, and in no time, his fingers flicked over it, and in less than two minutes, the victory music played.

“Was it hard?” He teased, lifting an eyebrow as he held up the phone.

Nan Jiaojiao snatched it back and stuffed it into her bag, her face turning away to the window, then back again, indignantly asserting, “It’s not hard, I just wasn’t playing seriously.

There are loads of people nationwide who can’t pass this level!”

“Hmm.”

Bo Yanching responded nonchalantly, “It might be a bit challenging for kids.”

“Who are you calling!”

Who is he calling a kid!

Bo Yanching glanced at her lightly, knowing that teasing her further might make her explode, so he naturally changed his statement, “I was talking about Bo Qingshan.”

Nan Jiaojiao finally calmed down, settling back into the seat with a huff.

She dozed off lightly on the way, and when they were one street away from the back gate of Rong University, Bo Yanching woke her up.

“Are we there?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked outside, then turned back, “See you later, Uncle.”

Bo Yanching handed her the bag from the back seat, “Make sure you’ve taken everything.”

Without checking, she grabbed it and was about to twist the car door handle when she suddenly turned back, lifting the backpack to her face, seriously asking, “Is it ugly?”

He almost laughed, his lips tightened to suppress it, “Not ugly.”

“I also think it’s not ugly.

Bo Qingshan has no taste, you calling him a kid was spot on.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt a kinship, her smile broadening at him, slinging the backpack over her shoulder, her hands stuffed in her pockets, she walked leisurely along.