Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Following Bo Yan was a team of artists and crew members. The number counted up to a few dozen people.
Bo Yan walked at the forefront with his head angled as he discussed the script with the director. He was wearing a costume timed in the late 19th and the early 20th century—a long blouse and a pair of cloth shoes. His hair was slicked back. Such an outfit would look boring, but he wore it with a scholarly elegance and it only highlighted his handsomeness.
Countless people walked around him, many of whom were celebrities. Yet, Bo Yan’s height and face stood out. It was as if he had walked out of a painting and astounded the world with his striking physicalities, earning their love and reverence.
When she looked at herself and her team of five, she felt that her influence was mortifying.
Upon realizing the arrival of Bo Yan, Wei Jingjing immediately reached out, wanting to grab Xia Siyu’s wrist. She warned in a low voice, “Brother Qin said that we have to be lowkey. Lowkey! Don’t create any more troubles.” Especially ones about Bo Yan.
However, her hand grasped nothing but air. She looked in front to see that Xia Siyu had already gone forward to face the ill-intentioned guests.
Her goal was Bo Yan, who was not far away!
Wei Jingjing’s world seemed to darken. Oh my god! It’s over! Given Xia Siyu’s temper, there was bound to be some earth-shattering fight!
Xia Siyu pushed her sunglasses up with one hand and stabilized the jacket caped around her with the other. She then lifted her chin and straightened her back, tossing her hair as she walked over to Bo Yan in her heels.
The shooting courtyard was not big. With Xia Siyu’s steps, together with the nearing group, the distance between the duo quickly reduced to five meters.
The members from the other party had already noticed her.
They were startled when they recognized her.
When they saw the figure whose name had appeared on the search engine last night, they all knew she wasn’t coming near with good intentions. Bo Yan did not have any bodyguard with him here, and his assistant, Song Fengzhi, was absent; he was due to collect Bo Yan’s costumes. No celebrity or crew member in the vicinity dared to offend Xia Siyu.
The woman had a fiery temper. She could even hit her ex-boyfriend on the street. Given the hoo-ha last night, who knew what her next antics would be?
However, since they were not from Bo Yan’s team, they adopted a spectator attitude. When Bo Yan noticed Xia Siyu, she was already right in front of him. She even deliberately lifted her sunglasses and pursed her lips as she looked at him.
Unnoticeably, everyone in Bo Yan’s team slowed their footsteps. They stared at Xia Siyu and Bo Yan, their face revealing profound expressions.
Under everyone’s scrutiny, Bo Yan’s eyes remained calm and his expression stayed the same. He didn’t even slow down. Without sparing a glance at a certain someone, he continued walking, but—
His body slightly ducked as he sidestepped, missing the corner of Xia Siyu’s clothes, not to mention her whole figure. She was like an obstruction that he had perfectly avoided. After that, he quickened his steps and left her behind.
Although Bo Yan had left, the surrounding members could not treat Xia Siyu as invisible. A few newbies of inferior status politely nodded and bowed to her, greeting her as “Sister Xia”. But like Bo Yan, they did not slow down.
Xia Siyu was only jolted awake from her trance when the whole team had left the courtyard. She turned back and growled, “Bo Yan, you’d better stay there!”