Bo Qingshan was instantly stunned by the hit, and as he was about to look up to see what expression the Old Lady had, he just caught sight of a chin before another heavy slap came down on his head, nearly jabbing his own chin into his chest.
The voice of the Old Lady, anxious and sharp, fell from above, "Where's my Jiaojiao, and Qianqian, too? There's no news of them, how could you come back alone?"
At these words, everyone in the room was shocked into silence.
Even Han Che, who was holding two boxes of local specialties, silently took two steps back towards the door.
The Old Lady's mood had changed too quickly.
Just a moment ago, she was affectionately calling him "my Qingshan," and now she couldn't seem to despise him enough.
Bo Qingshan felt his head buzzing, quickly touched his neck to make sure it wasn't dislocated, and then fished in his ears to drive some of the ringing away.
He looked at the Old Lady, utterly bewildered, "What Sister Jiaojiao, what Qianqian?"
