Tong Yan twisted her body, looking like she was about to lean in for a kiss, and the young master... seemed to have no intention of stopping her.
Little Nine watched with a heart pounding in terror, were they really going to stage something rated eighteen-plus in front of Old Master Bo?
In this world, Little Nine truly admired Young Madam, who dared to flirt with the young master right in front of Old Master Bo.
"This girl... is quite special." Old Master Bo's expression was calm, giving away no emotions.
Drunk as a skunk, teasing her own grandson right in front of him, even Old Master Bo, who had weathered countless storms, felt a faint anger.
Bo Yimo responded lightly, as if agreeing with him.
Was he praising the girl?
She shamelessly accepted it as a compliment.
Indeed... his fine grandson!
Old Master Bo was amused by his own grandson's gall, "And you have the nerve to admit it."
Bo Yimo's voice was cool and clear, "It is what it is."
