But Bo Yunshen felt it was impossible. The old man had always wanted him to be nicer to Qin Yan. If Qin Yan and he had a past, and the old man knew, why wouldn't he say it outright?
He forgot; he had traumatic amnesia. Did the old man intend for him to forget forever?
He took a deep breath, his head felt like it was splitting.
Bo Yunshen was in a bad mood; he picked up his tailored suit jacket and walked out of the suite.
As soon as he stepped out, he was confronted by a woman who was raising her hand to knock on the door.
This woman, Bo Yunshen had some impression of her; he had seen her at the party just now.
Seeing him, the woman was stunned: "Bo… Mr. Bo…"
"What is it?"
Bo Yunshen furrowed his brow, curious. How did she know his suite?
Was she planning to knock?
"Mr. Bo, I just saw Shen Chun carrying Mrs. Bo down to the suite below…"
Bo Yunshen's pupils shrank, "What did you say?"
"Shen Chun carried Mrs. Bo to the guest floor below…"