Bo Yanching half-turned his head and suddenly started to laugh quietly.
The laughter was short and sarcastic, just a slight curl of his lips to one side, the cold laughter reaching the ears as he looked at Maternal Auntie Wen with an indifferent gaze.
"Talking about me, are you? I'll wait until tomorrow at most. If Grandpa still doesn't wake up tomorrow, I'll leave."
"Yanqing!" Maternal Auntie Wen anxiously chased after him for two steps.
Even though Bo Yanching was walking very slowly, she didn't have the courage to go up to him.
What she said didn't have that meaning, but Bo Yanching's words made her even more puzzled, always feeling as if he could see through everything.
The reason he was still here was just to see what else these people had up their sleeves.
But as for the show to be played next, he could watch it or not.
