"Husband." Xia Siyu reached out and hooked his neck, pouting like a little girl. Bo Yan chuckled and jiggled her slightly: "You're almost thirty, still acting like you're three."
Xia Siyu immediately woke up, pounding her little fists on his chest in anger: "What thirty! I'm only twenty-seven, twenty-seven! You're the one who's thirty! You actually are thirty!"
Bo Yan let her hit him: "Alright, alright, I'm the old man, you're the young lady."
Xia Siyu was tired from hitting him, exhaled, and then said: "Those people, you arranged them, didn't you?"
When Xia Siyu entered the room, Bo Yan couldn't appear, afraid she'd call out if she saw him. Even though she was drunk, she couldn't be completely oblivious. As soon as she entered, she first saw Little Tang and then the director, who showed her Bo Yan's phone to gain her trust, so she would cooperate and not speak, and then played their previously rehearsed skit.
