Bo Yanching waited until the next morning but didn't hear a word from Nan Jiaojiao.
The chat box was left open all night.
He wasn't in the mood for work, so he roughly delegated tasks to Han Chuan and returned to the old residence.
Weekend, both kids were at home. It was still early, and neither had gotten up.
Bo Yanching timed it for breakfast, joined Old Lady Bo for breakfast, and went with her to the backyard's Buddhist hall to beat the wooden fish.
Old Lady Bo started worshipping Buddha from her thirties, not knowing who to worship at first, she prayed to all, thinking all immortals are one family, she'd rather be a groupie than a solo fan.
