Bao Shaojin sat upright, with a slight frown on his brow. Clearly, seeing his younger brother at this moment was not a joyous event for him.
Bao Xun looked up at the old madam Bao's reprimand, his eyes slightly closed, "Alright, Grandma!"
Ever since Bao Xun was brought home, each time she faced Bao Xun's address, the old madam Bao felt a chill down her spine, a feeling that left her terrified.
She replied perfunctorily, "Go ahead."
Bao Xun was dressed in a simple shirt, jeans, and without any luxury watch on his wrist, as if he had no relation to the Bao Family.
He carried a bag in his hand, and the next moment, he carefully opened it and took out a delicate little jar.
Initially, no one noticed the bag in his hand.
"How dare you!"
The first to sense something wrong was the old madam Bao. She stood up abruptly, trembling, pointing at Bao Xun not far away.
However, Bao Xun, ignoring her pale face and unsteady figure, turned to look in Bao Shaojin's direction.
