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In the end, Mrs. Bo had left too many evidence behind.

If he wanted to make up for it in the future, he would need to spend a lot of effort.

Bo Ye pinched his eyebrows with a headache. A deep disgust appeared between his eyes.

This time, he had suffered a silent loss.

There was nothing, and he still had to bear the biggest responsibility.

After all, in Bo Jinhua's eyes, this matter was most likely done by him. Mrs. Bo did not have the ability.

Thinking of this, Bo Ye's expression immediately became ugly.

This matter was really too ugly.

His resentment had become stronger than ever.

However, he could only swallow his anger. He couldn't do anything. Otherwise, if he was careless and provoked Bo Jinhua to the limit, he wouldn't just be thrown into that damn place.

Bo Ye gritted his teeth in frustration.

His phone rang several times. He looked at the caller ID and felt even more irritated when he saw the caller ID.

He took a deep breath and picked up the call. He tried to maintain his composure. "What's wrong?"

"I called you several times. Are you busy?"

The woman on the phone asked unhappily.

Bo Ye nodded and said, "Yes, I was on the way just now. I have some things to take care of."

"Then are you busy?"

The woman continued to ask.

Bo Ye sneered, but he still had a gentle smile on his face. If anyone saw him, they might think he had schizophrenia.

"No, I just finished my work. I have to go back."

The woman responded with an oh. She didn't seem to care about that. He only cared about one thing.

"Why did I hear that you were going to be assigned a subsidiary company? Your dad isn't targeting you, is he? You did such an excellent job. Why should he send you out?"

"What's the difference between this and exile?"

Zhou Qianqian, the good daughter-in-law his father had found for him.

The sneer on Bo Ye's face deepened.

He hummed and said, "My father has his own arrangements, right? Besides, going to a subsidiary company is actually a very good experience."

"What's there to train in?"

The woman asked in dissatisfaction, "You've already reached this level, yet you still want such a little experience? I think your father did this on purpose? "

"... " No."

Bo Ye did not want to continue this topic.

He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Besides, I don't need to go there anymore."2

"Really?"

The woman asked in surprise.

"Yes." Bo Ye was not in the mood to reply perfunctorily. "My dad just said that there is no need to go. I will continue to stay in the headquarters."

"That's good." The woman then said proudly, "If you are sent out, then I will be laughed at."

... ""

Bo Ye's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

He frowned and said with a cold expression, "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. I'll take the call."

The woman muttered twice unhappily before hanging up.

Bo Ye stared at the phone and his face became colder and colder.

"Huh."

He sneered and hung up the phone with a cold face.

He took one last look at the phone and sat in the driver's seat. He started the car and left.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a club.

The doorman was surprised to see him. "Young Master Bo, you're here?"

Bo Ye used to come here often. Sometimes, he would just stay here after work.

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