"No." Bo Jingxing sat by the window.
Zhang Yang did not say anything when he was chatting with Qin Si. He lowered his head and paid attention to his phone the entire time, afraid that he would miss Bo Zheng's call.
Yet his phone had been on the table all day, but not a single call came.
Bo Zheng had not called. Even Luo Ming, who was with him, had not called…
"It's been almost eight hours, why is there still no news!" Qin Si couldn't hold it in anymore. He scratched his head so hard that it was about to burst.
Not in the mood to care about Jiang Xianrou sending a message to Zhang Yang, he threw the smoking stick on the table, stood up, and paced around.
He suddenly stopped and looked past Tang Ning and the others at Bo Jingxing and asked anxiously, "Do you think Uncle Bo forgot about us?"
Bo Jingxing sat by the window. The light shone on the buttons on his collar, and the metallic buttons glowed.
All eyes turned to him.
