Even though An Rao tried her best to suppress her tears, Bo Xiao felt the heat on his arm.
"No, I've already written a report. The old man still wants me to inherit his family assets. When the time comes, I'll inherit the Bo family and let you be the rich lady."
Bo Xiao's tone was teasing, but An Rao could feel his internal struggle.
The way Bo Xiao leaned in the darkness and blew out smoke rings was deeply engraved in An Rao's heart.
An Rao turned around and looked straight into Bo Xiao's eyes. Those fox-like eyes that always had a smile in them were dim. "I don't want to be a rich wife. I want you to have a clear conscience."
She knew that Bo Xiao did not like to take over the Bo family's business and wanted to fight alongside his teammates to protect the country behind him. That was what Bo Xiao really wanted to do.
"But this will make you suffer." Bo Xiao stroked An Rao's hair.
