As soon as the words were out, he heard Ning Xia's breathing grow heavier instantly, then with a trembling voice, she muttered something about needing to check the script and hung up the phone abruptly.
Bo Siyan narrowed his eyes, envisioning the woman's blushing face, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.
However, it wasn't long before the smile faded, and his handsome face grew somber, as cold as frost.
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After hanging up the phone, Ning Xia paced back and forth in her room for quite a while. Then she ran to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water and finally managed to calm down somewhat.
Although Bo Siyan had not directly answered her question, his indifferent tone didn't seem like he had a romantic relationship with Shi Jiayin.
She thought that either he didn't know Shi Jiayin, or perhaps Shi Jiayin was just one of the many women he had been involved with before.
