Bo Yan looked at the self-righteous person before him and sighed leisurely.
"What about your phone?"
"It ran out of battery and turned off when the director's team called me just now, didn't you see?" Xia Siyu gave him a disdainful glance, thinking this guy must have a poor memory, right?
Bo Yan asked again, "Then do you remember which hotel it is?"
Xia Siyu shook her head with a "trivial matters are not worth mentioning" expression, "Who would remember that?"
Bo Yan was even more speechless. Seizing the last five percent of his phone battery, he hurriedly sent a location message on WeChat. He had just sent it but hadn't had the chance to get a reply when the phone shut down due to low battery.
Well, that's it. Completely out of contact now.
