The Cannon Fodder Has Fallen into the Trap

Fang Yao glared at Bo Hanmo with murder in her eyes. She had done him a huge favor, helping his friend's family avoid a miserable fate so it wouldn't affect him. And this was how he treated her?

"My dear wife is awake. You must be hungry. Have some porridge to tide you over, and we'll eat something good tonight."

Fang Yao's stomach kept growling. Bo Hanmo pulled her into his arms and fed her himself.

Fang Yao wanted to keep scolding him, but her stomach was protesting. She decided to eat first, then go back to scolding Bo Hanmo.

[What the hell? I knew those little brats went out partying last night. Fine, let them have fun, but how did they fall into someone's trap? Forget eating! If we're too late, they'll be exposed!!!]

Fang Yao hadn't expected to find gossip about Shao Ya when she casually looked up a piece of gossip on the system.

"Quick, quick, quick! Bo Hanmo, go get the car! Something terrible's about to happen. Damn it, why aren't Bo Zhe and the others answering their phones?"

Bo Hanmo's face darkened. Without another word, he went to the garage to get the car.

"My dear wife, I've left your clothes here. See you at the door." Bo Hanmo laid Fang Yao's clothes at the head of the bed. There wasn't even time to help her dress.

From Fang Yao's thoughts, he had heard that one of Bo Zhe's group was in trouble, and their life was at stake.

Bo Hanmo cursed Lü Mu and the others in his head. Weren't they all together? How could anyone outsmart them when there were so many of them? Had they learned nothing all these years? Heirs to their families? Idiots, more like.

Steward Liu saw Bo Hanmo