The pig he raised nuzzled his little cabbage

Bo chengru walked into the villa with a smile on his face.

He was leaning on a gloomy wooden cane, and his handsome face was still covered with some wrinkles, but it did not hide his handsomeness and heroic spirit. Even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were piled with a smile, and his temperament was not any less than before.

"Oh ... I was wondering who it was."

Shi Fu straightened his back with the help of his walking stick and placed one hand behind his back. He glanced at Bo chengru indifferently and said in a cold and distant tone, " so it's old Mr. Bo.

Upon seeing this, the smile in the corner of Bo chengru's eyes froze for a moment.

He could sense Shi Fu's obvious hostility towards him, and alarm bells rang in his heart. He immediately realized that the situation was not good.