1065: C1065 Superiority

C1065 Superiority

2Bo Qin turned his head around. His eyes were red. He opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to call him.

Bo Qichen could see his hesitation. He didn't force him, but looked at Qiao Nancheng. His eyes were pitch-black, even though his' fake identity 'had been exposed. He stood below and looked up at Qiao Nancheng, but Qiao Nancheng still felt that he was the one being looked down upon.

He clenched his palm tightly, unwilling to be looked down upon by him. Qiao Nancheng shouted crazily as if he had gone mad when he was stared at by him with this kind of gaze. "Bo Qichen, no! I shouldn't have called you that now. You are just a nobody. You have occupied the position of the president of Bo's Group and the position of the leader of Bo family. You even caused the death of the old master! You are a criminal of Bo family, a despicable person, and you have occupied the position of Second Uncle. Go back to where you came from! You are not Bo Qichen at all, you are just a nobody!"

"You don't even have your own identity, let me guess. You must not remember your childhood memories, right? Maybe you are just a child of a poor family in some valley. Maybe you are a child of a thief. Maybe your mother is..."

It seemed like only by saying that could he feel superior.

His cold gaze landed on Qiao Nancheng's face, which was full of excitement and wanted to say something more. Qiao Nancheng's words were like fish bones stuck in his throat, and he could not say it.

His chest rose and fell, full of unwillingness, "Chase him away!"

He was an unknown bastard. Why would he dare to look at him like that?

He shouldn't be this aloof and aloof like a deity, he should be lowly. Only like this did he feel comfortable in his heart!

He responded with a shout, and the rest of the The Bos followed suit.

"Chase him away!"

"Get rid of him!"

As long as he left, the Bo family would be theirs!

No one spoke up for him.

The things he had done for the Bo family in the past had been forgotten by these people. They only remembered what he had taken, and never thought that he would give it to them.

Because Bo Qichen had been silent the whole time, the surrounding voices gradually quieted down.

Bo Qichen looked at Qiao Nancheng with a calm gaze.

"This is what you want?"

Qiao Nancheng gritted his teeth, "Yes!"

He wanted to take away all his precious things.

Unfortunately.

"As you wish."

He didn't care.

Bo family.

Or Bo Qichen's identity, he didn't care.

He only cared about one person.

Qiao Nancheng's eyes turned red, "Alright, from today onwards, I am the leader of Bo family."

The rest of the people of Bo family were discussing amongst themselves, "How did a man with the surname Qiao become the leader of Bo family?"

"That's right!"

Qiao Nancheng gave Zhen Jun a look, and Zhen Jun immediately said. " Everyone was silent. The death of the old master was a mystery, but the things that we went through in the old house... We discovered that Great-Grandfather Fang once wrote a will with me. Whether it's true or false will be determined by Seventh Uncle! "

Great-Grandfather had also left a will behind?3

Everyone exclaimed!

Seventh Uncle was someone close to Great-Grandfather, so he naturally knew what kind of handwriting Great-Grandfather was writing. He stepped forward to take a look at the will in Zhen Jun's hand. The more he looked at it, the more complicated his gaze became.

Zhen Jun asked, "How is it, Seventh Uncle? This is indeed Great-Grandfather Fang's handwriting, right?"

Seventh Uncle's expression was stern. In the end, he nodded and sighed. "It is indeed the handwriting of the old man."

Immediately, someone asked, "What is written on it?"

"Great-Grandfather Fang wrote in his will that he would give all of his inheritance to Qiao Nancheng."

What?

"Qiao Nancheng, how could it be Qiao Nancheng?"

The people below were about to explode!

Seventh Uncle continued, "The will said that Qiao Nancheng will take over the Bo's Group."

This time, everyone was so shocked that they were speechless.

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