The crowd was taken aback.
For Mr. Bo, who has always kept women at a distance and was as cold as an iceberg, she wants to hug him? Is she crazy?
Lady Shangguan seemed oblivious, her face still radiating enthusiasm: "This greeting, dear brother, from Country M, you don't mind, do you?"
"Yes, yes, it's just a greeting, Lady Shangguan has always been this open and warm, girls from Country M are straightforward like this." The butler and servants chuckled, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.
However.
Bao Gucheng's lips were indifferent, and his words seemed laced with ice shards: "I do mind."
With that, his arm impatiently blocked.
His strength was not the kind for casual gestures, and Lady Shangguan, caught off guard, was blocked, immediately losing her balance, as if she had been kicked, uncontrollably tilting to one side, her face turning pale: "Ah!"
Bao Gucheng turned a deaf ear, focusing solely on asking nearby Zuzi: "The sun's a bit strong, shall I get you an umbrella?"
