In the grand villa, there was a joyous and harmonious atmosphere. At the start of the dinner party, friends and relatives had gathered together, yet the figure of Bo Tingshen was conspicuously absent.
Out of curiosity, everyone asked about him, and Mr. Bo, remembering that his son had directly gone upstairs the moment he entered the house and hadn't come down since, asked Wen Yan with confusion, "Wife, has Tingshen eaten?"
"No."
"Then why did he go upstairs? And he didn't look well either."
Wen Yan replied, "He wanted to bully someone, but I stopped him. He didn't succeed, so he's not very happy."
"???"
Mr. Bo gaped in surprise, as if doubting whether he had heard correctly.
Wen Yan patted his shoulder, "That's right, this is the good son you have raised, talking business with him all day. I now suspect he has a psychological abnormality, which is somewhat not normal. He takes pleasure in bullying others."
Mr. Bo, "..."
"Whoosh~"
