He had no idea how much she liked him, so much so that she unconsciously made such a gesture.
She was like a sneaky mouse, holding his belongings like treasures as she fell asleep.
"Young Master..." the bodyguard checked the time and thought it appropriate to remind him softly.
But a cold glare from him quickly made the bodyguard retract his neck.
Bo Fengheng quietly closed the door and walked out.
Before he reached his office, an unexpected guest had already taken a seat in his office chair.
"Mom? What brings you here so early in the morning?" Bo Fengheng frowned in confusion and casually sat on the nearby sofa, picking up the coffee from the table and sipping it.
"Oh, Young Master Bo even remembers I'm your mom? My dear son, it's not easy for your own mother to see you!" Su Yuming couldn't help her sarcasm, filled with indignation.
Bo Fengheng didn't take it to heart and elegantly set down his cup, "Speak if you have something to say."
