Chapter 445 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 10
Song Jinhuan was too frightened to respond.
The phone screen next to the keyboard had been dark for who knows how long.
When Bo Yan discovered it, he had just finished resolving an important matter.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes; he had assumed the little beggar would continue chatting once he received permission.
After all, the little beggar longed to have a physical body.
Just then, the silence of the room was suddenly broken by the ringing of a cell phone.
Bo Yan looked at the caller ID and couldn't help but feel strange.
Why would Grandpa suddenly call him?
He swiped to connect, but before he could even utter the word "Grandpa," a stern voice, tinged with a hint of anger, came through.
"Who exactly are you? Why are you in your hands?"
"I advise you to be a decent person and not to do petty theft!"
"You'd better tell the truth, or you're dead."
Full of energy.
In just a few words, Bo Yan realized that something was wrong.
As he swiped up on the call screen, he replied, "Grandpa, it's me."
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a hesitant voice asked, "Ayan?"
As Bo Yan scrolled through the chat history, he saw the indifference and skepticism that followed those overly friendly and warm tones and punctuation marks, and suddenly he understood why the screen had gone dark.
The little beggar was frightened.
Even if it wasn't standing in front of him, he could tell that the little beggar was very soft-hearted and seemed easy to bully.
The black-haired boy's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and the irritation rising in his heart made him grunt a slightly dissatisfied "hmm" at the person opposite him.
Old Master Bo was so excited that his hands were shaking. Was Ayan taking her anger out on him?
Collective living is indeed useful!
Ah Yan has started to vent her emotions on others, though only a little bit, but Grandpa Bo is able to pinpoint it precisely.
However, as happy as we are, we still need to ask questions to clarify any issues.
"Is it really you? You're alright, aren't you?"
Bo Yan: "No."
"I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."
Old Master Bo hurriedly called out, "Wait, did you really send that message?"
Bo Yan never lies.
The eyelids under the lenses droop slightly, and the creases on them are a bit shallow.
His double eyelids are not very prominent, so if he takes off his glasses, he will look sharp and aggressive.
"no."
Old Master Bo asked curiously, "Who is that?"
This is a difficult question to answer. Bo Yan can't very well say that the input method did it on its own, can he?
He paused for a moment, then said, "I'm hanging up."
"Wait! Is it a girl?!"
Ayan doesn't like others touching his things without permission, even if they are related by blood.
Therefore, the person who sent the message has a very special relationship with Ayan.
Even the old man Bo was young once; when he was just beginning to experience love, he was willing to risk his life.
Not to mention looking at a mobile phone.
On the other side, Ayan hummed in agreement.
Bo Yan heard loud laughter coming from the other end of the line and immediately hung up the phone.
The old man just loves to be happy for no reason.
He typed without expression, (out).
He seems very cold.
Song Jinhuan heard the entire phone call clearly, and after hanging up, Bo Yan seemed angry.
The boy stared at the screen for three seconds before his patience ran out.
(If you don't come out, then this is the end.)
threaten!
(Sorry ⊙﹏⊙)
Song Jinhuan felt extremely guilty.
The boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, feigning ignorance, "(Why did you apologize?)"
(I've caused you trouble.)
(I didn't know they were so perceptive that they could tell it wasn't the real person from just one word.)
(⊙﹏⊙ Sorry, I won't do it again next time.)
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