"Get lost." In the end, he was still an elder and couldn't bring himself to say anything soft, so he could only tell him to leave.
Bo Yan rolled out swiftly, and before rolling out, he considerately said, "Then I'm leaving," and then he closed the door behind him.
After Bo Yan left, still holding a pillow in his arms, one of the servants stepped forward: "Young Master Yan." He wanted to take the pillow from his hands.
Bo Yan didn't give it to him, "No need."
It was tossed out by Xia Siyu, and it still had her hair on it—no way he was giving it up. Besides, he was planning to use it to play the sympathy card later.
Just as the servant was about to leave, Bo Yan called him back: "Wait."
He hesitated for a moment: "I'll have a delivery later, under your name and phone number, could you receive it for me?"
He was a celebrity, after all. If people found out that he bought things like post-coital drugs, who knows what kind of uproar it would cause.
