Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 268: Little Rascal

Oh, here we go again.

The Young Master is lying to the Young Madam again.

They’ve seen this kind of shameless behavior many times, they’re already used to it.

The black-clothed men who safely brought the Young Master back heard him speak, gave a look of disdain, and then withdrew in unison because Old Master Bo was present, and the surrounding area was already filled with military forces, allowing them to take a break for now.

For them, Old Master Bo’s arrival is a good thing.

But for their superior, Little Nine, it’s not.

If the two sides start fighting, should he help, and if so, who should he help, that’s a problem.

Little Nine was very distressed, almost sad enough to cry rivers.

The current atmosphere is so tense he can barely manage to hang on!

Old Master Bo, at the top, was expressionless, his gaze sharp like a drawn sword, laughed in rage, "Little Mo, are you trying to anger your grandfather to death?"

Bo Yimo looked calm, "A scourge lasts for a thousand years."

Old Master Bo: ...

Is this really his own grandson?

Wasn’t there a mistake with his daughter-in-law holding the wrong child in the past?

Daring to curse his own grandfather like that, definitely not his own.

"Grandfather, it’s getting late, you should rest early." Bo Yimo slowly spoke, "Little Nine, help grandfather upstairs to rest."

Little Nine, who got caught in the crossfire, was overwhelmed with sadness.

Young Master, even if you’re arguing with Old Master Bo, don’t involve him, he’s innocent.

Is this about sending him away?

Old Master Bo was very angry, "You ungrateful grandson, so you tell me to rest early just to spend more time with your wife, now that you have a wife you don’t need your grandfather anymore? I..."

"Grandfather, you admitted she’s my wife?" Bo Yimo casually spoke, his eyebrows gentle.

Old Master Bo: ... 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

For a moment he was rendered speechless.

Is that what he meant by his words?

This brat twisted his meaning like that?

Really!

After all, this is his beloved grandson, he wants to scold him but can’t bear to, and it is indeed quite late now, having had a full day to get here, his stamina was a bit lacking, so he slowly stood up, tapped his cane heavily, looked at him and said, "I’ll settle the score with you tomorrow."

"Little Nine, help me upstairs."

Little Nine immediately went to support him and took him upstairs.

The hall was completely silent.

Bo Yimo smiled, his eyebrows gentle, pinched her rosy cheek, his voice full of pampering exasperation, "You little rascal."

All he got in response was a faint snore.

Really... a little scoundrel who causes trouble and leaves.

Early the next morning, Tong Yan opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling, where is this place?

She looked around, the room was large, decorated in a simple yet grand style, although there weren’t many things, it was clear everything was crafted by masters, low-key luxury, to put it simply, a mansion.

Tong Yan was utterly puzzled, she remembered drinking a lot last night, and then didn’t remember anything...

So, what happened?

# A night of excessive indulgence, unfortunately pregnant, years later the child appears on television seeking their biological father #

# After the passion, not knowing who the partner was #

...

Tong Yan’s mind raced with thoughts, she moved her body slightly, suddenly relieving her mind, her body didn’t feel any different, clearly, nothing happened.

She scared herself to death!

She looked down at the clothes she was wearing, her whole body went stiff.

Her clothes had been changed!

Changed!

Changed!

Changed!

...

Is there anything more despairing than this!

No, there isn’t!

"Awake?"