The little boy, whose IQ was severely "insulted" by his villain father, felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw when he heard his brother's voice. He pouted his little mouth and stuck out his butt in grievance and got up from the ground.
She took a short goose-legged walk and threw herself into the arms of her handsome brother. She buried her head in his arms and cried loudly: "It's too hard~ Being a human is too hard~ Zhuzhu doesn't want to be a human anymore! Zhuzhu wants to go back to being a mushroom, wuwuwu..."
Bo Shiyu's innocent words made him curl his eyes. He stroked the baby's head, but before he could say anything, President Bo beside him added quietly, "Still being a mushroom, why don't you be a pig?"
The baby immediately covered his mouth with his paws and burst into tears.
Bo Shiyu: “…”
The young boy narrowed his eyes coldly, hugged Zhuzhu and retorted rudely: "She is a pig, what are you?"
"Bo Yanzhou, you're really getting old and confused. You went crazy outside before, and now you come back and bully a little brat. Can you please have some shame?"
These outrageous words shocked the president himself.
He looked at his adopted son with great displeasure, his eyes filled with obvious shock. "Bo Shiyu, do you know who you are talking to?!"
Bo Shiyu sneered: "Why, you don't even know who you are?"
The man slammed the table in anger: "Bo Shiyu! You've been getting more and more presumptuous lately! You have no respect for your elders and no respect for your age! Who taught you that?"
The young boy raised his eyebrows and said, "You, as a father, teach your son by example. When you pointed a gun at your grandfather's head, I didn't see you respecting the elderly."
The man's face darkened, and a cold look surged in his eyes.
Bo Shiyu gave him a sarcastic look, then turned and left with Zhuzhu in his arms.
After taking a few steps, he seemed to have thought of something, stopped, tilted his head, and added: "I will teach Bo Zhuzhu's homework in the future, so don't interfere."
The CEO was furious!
He watched his adopted son's retreating figure with a chill in his heart. He was so angry that he sat down to take a sip of water and tilted his head to ask the housekeeper, "Is he treating me less and less seriously lately?"
"Is he trying to go to heaven?!"
The butler shook his head awkwardly and seriously, saying, "Young Master probably doesn't want to go to heaven."
He paused and tentatively asked, "I think... could it be that the young master has reached his rebellious stage?"
The man narrowed his eyes: "Is that so?"
The butler nodded in agreement hurriedly.
The man lowered his eyes, rubbed his hand on the cup back and forth, with a look of disgust on his face.
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