At first, Bo Yan thought Xia Siyu's call should be from domestic clients, or from Wei Jingjing and the others. Although they could enter the venue, their seats were not together, so naturally they'd have to find each other after coming out.
As it turns out, Xia Siyu picked up the phone and started speaking French again, making him frown. There were still journalists outside, and with the trophy in hand, she was quite the obvious target. A bunch of people gathered around, just as a delivery guy wearing a restaurant uniform weaved through the crowd. Xia Siyu's eyes lit up, she quickly greeted him, and even gave the guy a ten euro tip.
Damn, all that fuss just for food!
Xia Siyu didn't dare eat much at noon and skipped dinner, her stomach tightly clinging to her back. If it weren't for having to fit into her dress...
