"You just drove out with my second uncle, both of you looking tense, what was that about?" Bao Tinghao asked, glancing at the stairs, his voice tight.
Tan Mu replied softly, "Young Master Tinghao, the master and I just went out to take care of something, it's nothing."
"Oh, is that so? If it was work-related, why did my second uncle come back with that expression? As if he saw something he shouldn't have." Bao Tinghao just couldn't shake the image of Bo Sishen's face when he returned.
It was an expression that words couldn't describe.
"Young Master Tinghao, don't blame Uncle Tan Mu for speaking out of turn." Tan Mu sighed lightly, giving Bao Tinghao a long look, "You proposed an absurd bet, and the master agreed to it just to humor you, not because he doesn't play by the rules, but because your plan lacked thoroughness. If you wanted to bet, you couldn't let the Young Madam know about your relationship with the master.
