Dao An, standing to the side, felt uncomfortable hearing this. It's an exaggeration to say that President Gu has experienced more of life's ups and downs than he's eaten meals.
How could Wen Bo understand Gu Yuan's feelings? He just knew he was in a terrible mood right now. The TV on the opposite wall was still playing a variety show, but he didn't have the heart to watch it.
"Just go after you've seen him, you're an eyesore." Wen Bo turned his face away irritably.
"I'm not in a hurry to leave." Gu Yuan remained calm, "Uncle, I'm quite bored. Why don't you tell me about the interesting things that happened to you in detention?"
With these words.
Wen Bo almost fainted.
"What, if I tell you about the grievances I suffered in detention, will you seek justice for me? Give it a rest, won't you? You only protect that pretty boy of yours. You even let that pretty boy come in and beat me up. Do you know how hard he hit? He almost killed me."
