The moonlight shone on the window.
Bo Silin reached out and gently covered Su Feifei with the blanket. She closed her eyes and didn't wake up even when the blanket was over her.
After the door closed, he walked out and made a call. It rang for a long time before he picked up.
Qiu Ye's voice was very clear. "Yo, you're still awake in the middle of the night. Have you heard of a private life?"
Bo Silin did not answer.
"Y-y-you..." Qiu Ye directly jumped up from his seat. "F*ck you! Bo Silin, you're not calling to show off, are you? No... According to your personality, shouldn't you just write an invitation and invite me to your house to celebrate or something?"
"Come to the Bo family's house tomorrow."
"Hey! That's overtime work! Next time, I won't give up until I make this match the standard of the Spring Festival Gala!"
"You?" One word was extremely insulting.
