Liu Manlian was the only one standing there. She smiled awkwardly and clenched her hands unwillingly.
Turning around and watching Bo Shuran carrying the basket towards the kitchen, she suddenly felt annoyed.
He strode forward, pulled Bo Shuran aside, and lowered his voice: "Where are you going?"
Bo Shuran raised his eyes without even looking at her: "Wash the persimmons."
Liu Manlian was so disappointed with Bo Shuran that she suppressed her anger and poked him fiercely on the shoulder: "Wash the persimmons! Who are you washing them for?!"
"Still not in a hurry! Haven't you seen where your great-grandfather's heart has gone? Can you imagine for me and your father?"
"You're already a money-loser, and now you're not even fighting for it. Are you waiting to be kicked out by Bo Yanzhou after the old man dies?"
The eight-year-old girl looked at her indifferently, expressionless. She raised her hand to pull out hers, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's going on between you and Bo Yuqi? What's it to me?"
"You don't have to use my dad to pressure me. I don't need either of you or him right now. Whether you're kicked out or not, I'm still a descendant of the Bo family. Grandma, you should take care of yourself first."
After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave without even looking, but the next second Liu Manlian raised her hand and grabbed her arm.
The middle-aged woman's delicate face began to twist upon hearing this. She suppressed the urge to beat this little girl to death, grabbed Bo Shuran's arm and twisted it viciously in secret: "You ungrateful and money-losing bastard! How dare you talk to me like that!?"
"you..."
"What's the mud debt?"
Before she could finish her words, a baby voice came from beside her.
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