"She shouldn't have called you..." Bo Huan murmured to herself.
Pausing for a moment, Bo Huan couldn't help but speak up: "If it hadn't been for my sister calling you, you wouldn't have come to pick me up, would you?"
Bo Qing remained silent, not directly responding to Bo Huan's question, instead speaking in a calm tone: "Bo Huan, you're now in the entertainment industry... your every move... it all matters to you..."
Matters to your career...
Before Bo Qing could finish, Bo Huan's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"My every move concerns the reputation of the Bo Family, and of course... your reputation too, right? My dear commander?"
"What, are you afraid others will know you have a drunken sister? Or are you worried my every move might indirectly affect the Bo Family's stocks?"
Bo Qing: "..."
Bo Huan was like a rose with thorns, appearing as extremes when encountering Bo Qing.
Sometimes lively like an elf, like a budding rose back then.
