Mrs. Bo grew anxious, "Yanyan, even if you're angry, you should think about your dad's health!"
"The Bo Group might be facing some turmoil, but your dad..."
Yanyan pursed her lips, finally showing signs of movement. She turned her head, her gaze landing on Mrs. Bo, "Mom, Dad was upset today, but I'm not to blame!"
"And you, slapping me at this critical moment, probably didn't consider Dad's health, either."
Although Bo Yuanshan was getting on in years, his mind was as clear as ever. If he saw the mark of a slap on her face, he would immediately know who it was, and why.
Yanyan put away her phone, standing at the top of the stairs. The living room on the first floor was brightly lit, casting a cold, frosty layer upon her face: "Mom, I'm not going upstairs. Please call Yinyin for me, we're going back."
Hearing this, Mrs. Bo asked in a panic, "How can you leave at such a critical moment? If your father asks about you later, what am I supposed to tell him?"