"Thanks, but no need."
Bo Yanching already had his hand on the car window button and added indifferently, "The rain's heavy."
Song Yuan waited, expecting to hear a "Be careful not to catch a cold," but Bo Yanching just closed the window like that.
She pursed her lips as the rain slanted onto her face and shouted loudly, "I'll head in then. San-ge, take care. Just come to me if you need anything."
Bo Yanching didn't respond, and she couldn't see him since the window's privacy was too high.
Song Yuan was almost unable to hold on, half of her body soaked. Her agent shielded her and couldn't help but remind her, "Yuan Yuan, you can't let this outfit get wet. It'll be ruined, and there are two more scenes with this outfit. The styling team only prepared two sets; if one gets ruined, we won't match the continuity."
"Oh, really?"
Song Yuan gathered her shawl, "I didn't know that. What should I do then?"
