She didn't need to ask; as expected, Xia Siyu soon received a phone call. Even at this close distance, she could hear everything clearly without the need for speakerphone; it was indeed Bo Yan's voice: "Have you arrived?"
"Just arrived," Xia Siyu nodded, then glanced at the two people next door, "However, someone from next door brought his girlfriend here too. I thought it would be quiet here, but unfortunately, it isn't."
Xia Siyu's disdainful voice didn't need to be seen to be felt.
Bo Yan instantly knew whom she was referring to and didn't continue the topic, he simply said: "I'll be there shortly, just past the next traffic light. For your belongings, I'll have Wei Jingjing help you organize them in a couple of days. We'll stay here for a while. Wait a second..."
He had felt recently as though he was being watched, those paparazzi were like mosquitoes, infiltrating through every possible entry, and you never knew when you'd be secretly photographed.
