Grandma Bo trembled with the mahjong tile in her hand, "Third Child, get out and sing, sing forever, no one's going to disturb you."
Bo Three: "..."
In the Bo Family, he truly had no status at all.
Bo Three rushed straight to Madame Bo, recounting the treatment he received in the Flower Hall, like a pitiful rich flower of the human world, which made Madame Bo laugh heartily, "You should stop bothering Grandma when she's playing mahjong."
Bo Three put on a long face, "I was too naive. I thought, in Grandma's heart, I was a treasure too."
Madame Bo laughed, "The treasure in Grandma's heart is only Xiaowa; you all are cabbages to be casually dealt with. Don't think about it, you're not included."
Bo Three: "…Auntie, this is a bit too realistic, don't you think? Aren't we Bo Family boys, who are excellent and handsome with impressive height, their own offspring after all?"
"They're not exactly picked up, but their status is equivalent to being picked up."
