"Yes, thank you for your gracious gift, Grandfather,"
Bo Yan answered quite calmly. He also stated, "Today is Grandfather's eightieth birthday, please don't be upset. I have never regretted becoming an actor. It is my profession, and my pursuit."
During the conversation, Xia Siyu had already changed into her high-heeled shoes and pressed the elevator button. Bo Yan looked up impassively: "I'm about to enter the elevator, I'll be there soon."
When he hung up the phone, he could still hear his grandfather blowing his beard and staring on the other end.
Bo Yan understood his grandfather. If he put himself in his shoes, considering his youngest son had died and his eldest son, though mediocre, was in his prime. His youngest grandson was clever but had no parents or guidance. His eldest grandson was a bit lacking but always striving to shoulder the Bo Family. From any perspective, he would choose the eldest grandson to inherit Bosch.