Old Master Bo was so furious that he suffered a lack of oxygen to the brain, which caused him to collapse. His health foundation is good, so there's nothing serious, but he still needs a lot of days of quiet rest before he can be discharged.
"Get out, I need to find Little Mo, that brat; hurry up and get out of my way!" Old Master Bo shouted angrily, glaring at the several people at his bedside who claimed they were worried but were actually restricting his freedom.
As he spoke, he threw off the blanket and tried to get up.
Mr. Bo immediately held him down, "Dad, please lie down and rest. I've already sent someone to support Little Mo."
"Support, my foot! By the time you send someone, will it still be timely? Are you even Little Mo's real father, how can you not be worried? What kind of father are you? In my opinion, just send a few combat jets and flatten that place..."
