June's lips pressed into a thin line as he read the message again. It left a sour taste in his mouth, and he knew exactly what he had to do.
"Bo Wen," he called out, grabbing his leather jacket from the back of the couch. Bo Wen was sprawled on the armchair, munching on a bag of chips with a blissful look on his face. He perked up at June's voice, an eyebrow quirking up in curiosity.
Yes, even Bo Wen decided to make June's apartment his haven after the Mia incident.
"What's up? You look like you're about to commit a felony," Bo Wen said, half-joking but fully serious. With June, you could never tell.
June shot him a dry look. "Not quite, but I need backup. We're going out."
Bo Wen's expression changed from relaxed to alert in an instant. He tossed the chips onto the table and got to his feet, adjusting the collar of his own jacket. "Is it about your stalker? Did she do something again?"
