She tapped her phone in the palm of her hand.
"Forget it, I'll wait for him to finish his tasks. I'm not in a hurry; I can look for him later."
Yaen Chi: "If you don't want him to find you, I'll take you to find a spot later. This road toward the suburbs should be heading to the cemetery."
Only then did Nan Jiaojiao remember that Bo Yanching seemed to be holding a black-and-white photo earlier.
She softly responded with an "mm."
The car indeed headed to the cemetery.
Meian Cemetery.
Bo Mu was buried at the top of the mountain.
Bo Yanching brought some good wine. He poured two glasses, one he scattered in front of the tombstone, the other he drank himself, laughing self-deprecatingly, "It's a pity we didn't have many opportunities to drink together in the past. You couldn't handle much alcohol, just a taste would do. Consider this glass as me, your son, sending you off."
"Sorry for being late and neglecting you."
