The worldview was shocked by her own daughter.
Yuran held her forehead, not wanting to say a word, Bo Zhi knocked on Bo Nian’s head, "Is there sothing wrong with your brain? Do you know what you’re saying?
What do you an by finding soone richer than dad to support you? Are you that easy to support? You’re overestimating yourself."
Bo Nian responded with an "oh," "Then I’ll wait until I grow up to change my ideals and talk about this. Dad, for the ti being, please keep supporting ."
Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Is that the point? Didn’t you realize your mom took sothing of yours?"
Speaking of that, Bo Nian beca sorrowful, "Mom, I haven’t had candy from their place for a month now. Can I just have it this one ti, please?"
Her eyes welled with tears as she cried out, but Yuran wasn’t moved at all, chuckling coldly, "Do you think crying will get you out of this?"
Bo Nian stopped crying imdiately, "Then how should I perform, mom? I can act according to the script."
Yuran: "..."
Bo Zhi grabbed his sister by the back of her neck and started walking downstairs, "Dad, Mom, I’ll take my little sister down now so she won’t keep babbling here."
Bo Nian flailed her hands, "Brother, let go, you’re going to choke to death like this, am I sacrificing my good youth in your hands?"
...
When the voices of the siblings faded away, Yuran stepped forward, rubbing her temples and leaning into Bo Yan’s embrace, "These two are going to blow my mind to pieces."
Bo Yan laughed, bending down to pick her up and starting to walk directly towards the bedroom.
"You look tired, is it about work? What happened?"
Yuran tugged at the neckline of his shirt, "Actually, it’s nothing, but there’s one thing to tell you, Seventh Brother, about Zhizhi."
Recently, on the internet, Bo Yan had actually paid so attention, and was aware of the things concerning Bo Zhi.
It was surprising that after all these years, so people still couldn’t let it go, wanting to dig out information about Bo Zhi, which he couldn’t tolerate, and he kissed Yuran’s brow.
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle this matter, and don’t worry, I’ll resolve this quickly. This won’t be left unsettled, of course, and I won’t give anyone what they want."
Yuran nodded and closed her eyes in his embrace, "For so many years, having you around, I feel there’s nothing to worry about."
"As long as you understand, I’m just afraid you’ll worry even when you know I can handle it. Get so sleep, I’ll watch over you."
"Mm, okay."
...
In the imperial capital, inside a high-rise studio.
"Editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, this seems to be the front-facing photo of Bo Yan and Yuran’s son that just ca in, soone sent it anonymously."
The editor-in-chief heard this, poked out his head to look, and after one glance, felt sothing was amiss, "No matter who brought it, rember, the shot hits the bird that pokes its head out. If we don’t have the skill, don’t take the job that requires it, lest we beco the first casualty."
The bespectacled editor nodded, raising the photo in his hand, "Then, this...?"
"Ignore it, whether it’s real or not aside, but if others want us to beco the spotlight, we absolutely cannot let them succeed; suppress the matter of the photo."
"Yes."
After the editor left, the editor-in-chief of Apple Star News sat in his seat deep in thought, wondering who would engage in such a tasteless act. This was no small matter; once the photo was exposed, their Apple Star News would beco the target of criticism.
Not to ntion what the Bo family would do to them.
Ran Studio certainly wouldn’t let it go.
Just these two aspects alone indicated that they couldn’t act rashly.
Otherwise, it would be a dead end. He didn’t want to get caught in soone else’s trap so early; he wasn’t stupid. Having been around for so many years wasn’t for nothing.
After a mont of contemplation, he picked up the phone and made a call to soone at Ran Studio.
In the late-night hours, the people at Ran Studio suddenly got busy. Little Fatty and Xiaojing, who were originally working overti in the studio, hadn’t expected to receive such a call.
Little Fatty imdiately inquired about the photo the other party had obtained.
Soon, the editor-in-chief on the other end sent over the photo.
After getting the photo, Little Fatty handed it over to Xiaojing to see, "It really is one-third of our Young Master’s face, this side profile can perfectly score full marks."
Xiaojing nodded and then frowned, "What do you think is the purpose of the person who gave this photo to Apple Star News?"
Little Fatty snorted, "Naturally they’re up to no good. I’m just puzzled, all these years no one has paid so much attention to our Young Master, right? Why is everything getting so lively now?"
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