Little Nine looked utterly confused.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Whether to make a move or not was a dilemma.
If he acted, it was the young master's grandmother he'd be dealing with; if he did, who knew if the old lady might cause a huge commotion.
If he didn't act, perhaps the young master would send him off to Africa.
It was truly a dilemma with no easy way in or out.
Old Mrs. Zhan shrank her head, no matter how many times, she was still quite scared of her grandson, but being the elder, she couldn't lose face in front of the younger generation, so she stubbornly said, "Little Mo, you really know how to joke."
She spoke hesitantly.
Suddenly, she lost her nerve.
Bo Yimo glanced at Little Nine, who resigned himself to his fate, dead whether quick or slow, causing a commotion would at least get the young master's protection; in Africa, he'd be all alone. Comparing the two, heading in seemed the better option.
Thrown out, so be it.
