Bo Yan didn't pay attention; he was still wearing a tracksuit. After entering, he glanced around casually, pretending not to see, and headed straight for the bathroom.
But after just a few steps, he stopped abruptly.
It was Xia Siyu; she stretched out her leg, blocking his path.
There were no cameras or microphones now, no recording of the show; the door was closed. She was ready for a thorough interrogation!
Don't think that just because he bullied her last night and blamed it on the alcohol, everything was okay. She wasn't that easy to talk to! If he didn't explain himself clearly, this matter between them wasn't over!
Bo Yan gave her a faint glance, and Xia Siyu looked back at him, her gaze fierce. She could clearly see that although Bo Yan appeared calm on the surface, his eyes—there was a hint of evasiveness, like he was feeling guilty.
He was panicking; he was definitely panicking!
Xia Siyu snorted coldly, her aura raging, "Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
