Lai Wei and the others stood to the side, all shocked by Bo Qin's remarks, wondering if that wasn't his own son, Bo Yan. Can he just say things like that?
It wasn't just them; everyone around who heard these words was equally shocked, feeling as if their worldview had been forcibly reshaped—quite miserably at that.
However, little Bo Jian was completely oblivious to how much his dad was disdaining him. Staring at the roast chicken, drool was practically dripping down, and his eyes were fixed, unmoving.
Madam Bo was both crying and laughing, while Grandma Bo and Grandpa Bo chuckled happily. As for the patriarch, Grandpa Bo, he looked at his grandson utterly puzzled. His own son wasn't like this when he was young.
The disdainful gaze was directed straight at Bo Qin, making Jian Dan's face flush slightly—this was truly something.
Bo Qin remained unphased, as if he had the feeling this child wasn't his.
