"San Ge, are you sure the issue you discussed with me was how much Zhizhi is worth?" Bo Yan's voice was ice-cold, showing displeasure, but this displeasure wasn't directed at Bo San, but rather, at the person who exposed Zhizhi's photos—this was absolutely unforgivable.
Bo San probably also knew that this matter had touched Bo Yan's raw nerve and fell silent, "I have the photos here, I'm sending them to your email now, go check them in the study."
"Sure, send them."
Bo Yan, holding his tablet in hand, went to the study, just as Bo San's email arrived. He opened it and saw the photos of Zhizhi. It was Zhizhi from today, wearing the clothes he had put on to go out with their mother, his little face captured very clearly.
Seeing the photos of Zhizhi softened Bo Yan's icy pupils for a moment, but then they turned as harsh as a bitter winter, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
