Three years younger than Bo Zhi.
He's holding gold medals and trophies, coming over to give them to Bo Nian.
Yuran heard Bo Nian liked Bo Jian's trophies and gold medals, and she laughed angrily, calling Bo Nian over, looking at her daughter with a half-smile, "Your hobby is quite unique;
You wanted your brother's too before, and instead of keeping them, you melted them down and made a big flower, putting it in the most prominent spot in your room. That shocking taste, I won't even mention;
I just want to ask, why do you like their gold medals? You don't cherish them, just melt them down?"
Bo Nian looked at Yuran in shock, "Mom, do you think my lotus flower isn't pretty?"
Yuran: "...It's not about whether it's pretty or not; it's about your attitude. Don't you think it's abnormal to ask your brothers for these things?"
Bo Nian blinked, "What's abnormal about it? Mom, didn't I melt mine too?
