Before going upstairs, Bo Yan had been clutching his phone.
After a moment of thought, he tapped to unlock it. He looked at the screen for a while, then opened WeChat, and pulled up the conversation with her.
In fact, Xia Siyu had sent him over a hundred messages, most of which were voice notes:
"Bo Yan, you jerk, a complete jerk!"
"Bo Yan, can't you control your damn fans? What have I done to you, eaten your family's rice? ——Oh wait, that's wrong, I did eat your family's rice. Can't you leash your dog? Always letting it run wild?"
"Haha, it's okay, let them curse. After all, they've cursed my whole family, but isn't my family you? What a drama, family fighting family."
Bo Yan, holding his phone, wasn't particularly moved by Xia Siyu's last message saying "Husband, say something," but the word "family" made him pause for a long while, his usually cold eyes softening slightly.
