He went downstairs quickly, taking one step at a time with his long legs, and put on the glasses he was holding as he walked into the living room.
Song Yuan asked curiously, "Third Brother, do you have vision problems?"
"I have trouble seeing at night when working."
Bo Yanching responded casually as he passed by her, but Song Yuan felt pleased that this man was willing to talk to her, and had reached a point where he always responded. She eagerly leaned over, "I know an ophthalmologist. Do you want me to help you make an appointment for a correction?"
"No need." Bo Yanching picked up Qianqian, who was still lying on the carpet playing, and lightly tapped the little one's dirty nose. "What did your brother give you to eat?"
What do you mean...
Bo Qingshan looked aggrieved, always feeling oppressed living in this home. Even if he did nothing, even breathing felt wrong, and somehow, blame was always placed on him.
