"What are you doing with us?" Bo Jingshen frowned, "Haven't you booked Yujing Villa for quite a while?"
Bo Jingshen still didn't take much to Song Boyuan, or perhaps that wasn't quite right to say—he just felt rather uncomfortable around him, which wasn't surprising given Song Boyuan's tight-lipped nature. It's rare for anyone to feel comfortable with him.
Only Jing Qiao had the remarkable ability to not only get along harmoniously with such a person but also to win him over.
Song Boyuan didn't feel like he was following the couple. In a flat voice, he said, "I'd rather not follow, so leave Zhao Xiaole behind."
Bo Jingshen: "…"
Su Lu: "…" See, Uncle really was going to build Xiaole a castle.
Bo Jingshen chuckled and said, "You wish. Fine, if you want to follow, then follow."
Song Boyuan raised an eyebrow and immediately dialed a number, instructing in his usual cold voice, "Call off the plane, I'm taking the high-speed rail back, book a ticket."
