Bo Yeyuan cocked his head, a dark sneer on his face as he asked, "What is an 'appropriate opportunity'?"
"Catch me in my weak moments, pick at my mistakes, waiting to report me for wherever I fall short... Of course, I'm aware of it, so I won't let her catch any of my errors. Actually, I don't dare to harm her. Feng has always treated her like a treasure—if I had wanted to do something bad to her, I wouldn't have waited until now. Feng is my own flesh and blood, and the whole world knows how much I dote on him... But Miss Li accuses me of harming her. If it had really been me, wouldn't I have watched Feng, who was also at the explosion, get injured or die without caring?" Mrs. Bo knelt on the ground, one hand pressing against her bleeding shoulder wound, and laughed softly, "She says it was me, but up to now it's just her word, without any solid evidence. Whoever she says is the culprit, I don't even get the chance to rebut."
