Chapter 1639: Don't Let Outsiders Laugh at Us

Old Lady Bo was watching TV nearby and heard them, so she asked a few simple questions.

“I’m not that curious about you young folks’ matters, I have no inside information here. Once the Mo Family is available…”

The Mo Family has almost no one left, not even a capable female host.

Old Lady Bo changed the topic: “When you guys gather privately, ask each other directly.”

Yi Qinghuan and Song Yuan exchanged a glance, neither surprised nor regretful.

Mo Tingshen’s issue was just a pretense, perfectly used as an excuse to visit.

Just then, voices came from outside, noisily approaching.

From afar, they heard Bo Qingshan shouting, “Third Uncle, don’t deny it, you did kick me! Otherwise, why would I fall while standing fine there?”

Bo Yanching had a stern look, “You’re weak, unstable, fell on your own, don’t blame me.”

“Do I look stupid? Why would I fall into a mud puddle? Is it because you saw me looking so dashing today, and got jealous, fearing you couldn’t match my graceful presence, so you purposely ruined my image?”

Bo Yanching’s mouth curved up, “Read more books.”

Bo Qingshan almost choked on air, and quickly ran through the dirtiest words in his mind. Just as he was about to respond, he took a big step, misplaced his foot, and his ankle hit the screen stand, tumbling him into a muddy ball.

He rolled a few times, not sure whose feet he ended up against. Afraid of getting stuck under the sofa, he instinctively grabbed the person’s foot, a soft sigh suddenly fell upon him.

Stunned for a moment, he looked up to see the startled yet aggrieved face of his elder sister. His eyes drifted to where his hand was gripping, right on her calf. Startled, he quickly let go.

“Quick!”

Old Lady Bo clutched her chest, extremely anxious, “Someone get him out of here, my carpet’s dirty now!”

Everyone else: “…”

Someone seemed less important than a carpet being stepped on.

Bo Qingshan stood up and first apologized to Song Yuan, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Did I hurt you anywhere?”

Song Yuan was dazed for a few seconds, then regained her composure, “It’s alright, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I didn’t, thank you for your concern.”

Bo Qingshan, well-mannered, first ensured the guests were okay, then turned to settle the score with Bo Yanching.

“I didn’t kick you this time, you fell on your own.”

Bo Qingshan squinted his clever eyes, “Third Uncle, are you admitting you kicked me earlier?”

Bo Yanching seemed to lightly “hmm” in response, like an illusion. So close yet Bo Qingshan didn’t catch it clearly, he lunged forward wanting to soil Bo Yanching with mud, only to have Bo Yanching lift Qianqian defensively in front of him.

The little girl blinked her eyes, softly calling out: “Brother…”

Bo Qingshan’s claws retreated immediately, as he consciously took two steps back.

“Alright, the guests are here, look at the state you’re in, go upstairs and change your clothes!”

With the Old Lady’s command, Bo Qingshan quieted down for the time being, planning to discuss it after the guests had left to avoid outsiders’ laughter.

Old Lady Bo eyed Bo Qingshan’s bare feet, noticing the mud between his toes. She anxiously told Auntie Wu: “Tell him to wash it somewhere else. If he dares to go upstairs, I’ll break his legs.”

Auntie Wu chuckled, “Got it.”

She caught up with Bo Qingshan, “Little Young Master, I’ll take you to Third Young Master’s place to wash.”

Bo Qingshan’s eyes lit up, but Auntie Wu promptly reminded him, “Third Young Master is watching. If you mess up his place, you’ll face consequences.”