Turns out, he was still holding onto Zuzi's soft little hand in his mind.
Realizing this, Bao Gucheng closed his eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds.
Opening them again, he looked at Bo Huanxi, only to reveal endless gloom and chill: "Do you think Grandpa needs to wait for the right time to beat you?"
Bo Huanxi suddenly felt himself surrounded by a thick aura of malice, impenetrable. He immediately surrendered, raising his hands: "Then, if you hit me, don't hit the face!"
Bao Gucheng coldly glanced at the half-ashen face, and said coolly: "Did you pay someone to dig the grave pits in Qingcheng Mountain?"
Bo Huanxi looked baffled: "Why would I go to the mountain and dig pits? Is there a mine?"
Although trembling with fear, the bewilderment didn't seem feigned.
Bao Gucheng's gaze continued to lock onto him with a chilling depth: "So all your money went on forging the president's signature? Bo Huanxi, even when spending money to do bad things, you are absurdly foolish."
