Shen Shichu was bewildered, "What does this mean?"
Bo Yanching remained expressionless, "She never answers my calls, my relationship with her isn't that good."
It made perfect sense, Shen Shichu couldn't even respond.
This meant there was no way to ask for help.
But how could it be so absolute, Yaen Chi was capable, Bo Yanching was even more skillful, able to keep such a person in line, how could he really be as gentle and composed as he seemed?
Right, seek help from Bo Yanching.
"Uncle, please help me."
Bo Yanching's face suddenly darkened.
He leaned back, pressing the chair back, his broad shoulders and narrow waist exuded a lazy and noble aura, his dark eyes slightly narrowed, and the coldness between his brows made people instinctively silent.
"Shen Shichu, you've been presumptuous enough here today."
Shen Shichu's heart sank with a thud.
His legs went weak, almost kneeling again.
His lips were dry and peeling, he anxiously licked them, "But, you're my uncle."
