"No matter how busy I am, nothing is more important than your matters." Bo Jinyu took her hand, holding it in his warm palm and squeezing gently.,"Doing as you're told Whose orders are you following Bringing such a fake in here, is that meant to slap me in the face" Bo Yanqing's voice was calm as he questioned, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure.,Gong Yuanhong placed his hands on the railing, gazing down at the street below: "But those stubborn old men will receive news soon enough."。