"Qingshan?"
Yi Qinghuan paused slightly, "What are you talking about?"
Questioning her?
A child?
Or who taught him to speak like this?
Bo Qingshan didn't care how surprised she was, and continued on his own, "Third Uncle sent me back because he was afraid Great Grandmother would worry. Originally, as long as Qianqian returned tomorrow, whatever happened to us wouldn't reach Great Grandmother's ears. Aunt Yi had to come to our house at this time, and it just so happened that she let slip; isn't that too coincidental?"
"Qingshan!"
Yi Qinghuan pressed her temples, "I told you, I was with Yaen Chi this afternoon. They went to find you, and I came over because I was worried something might happen to Grandma Bo."
The implication was that it was all done with good intentions.
His accusations seemed utterly unfounded.
But Bo Qingshan was shamelessly thick-skinned, and when he didn't want to see someone's face, he lacked awareness.
