Song Yuan's brow furrowed, "Qingshan, what are you talking about?"
Bo Qingshan's expression remained unchanged, "Nothing, I'm just saying, my Third Aunt loves to eat, so why don't you try it. Once you're full, you won't be tempted by other people's snacks, right?"
He couldn't care less about Song Yuan's expression. A child's innocent words have the sharpest edge. He didn't believe that she really couldn't understand.
The valet ran over, slowing down as he approached, and respectfully greeted, "Young Master Qingshan."
Bo Qingshan nodded, "The keys are in the car. Please do me a favor, park the car and hang the keys in the cabinet by the door, that's all."
The Bo Family's servants had a good relationship with the family. Chuckling, the servant casually asked, "Normally, Third Young Master parks the car himself. Why leave it outside today?"
"Who knows!"
