The entire family’s eyes turned to look as the car approached from afar, quickly stopping at the doorstep. Then the gate opened, and a black car drove in.
Bo Qiliu and Bo Yi were still holding their posing postures, not bothering to turn their heads to see the car. Mrs. Tong was the sa, continuing to talk sideways with her daughter. Old Master Bo remained unchanged, neither showing anger nor happiness.
Only Xia Youbiao lifted his head, staring expectantly toward the entrance.
Even before stepping through the door, the crisp "click-clack" of high heels echoed faintly from afar. Accompanying the heels was the steadier tread of leather shoes. Although the tones of the two footsteps differed, their rhythm remained perfectly synchronized, growing closer and closer as they rounded from the garage to the entrance.
But as the footsteps approached, it was Xia Siyu’s sharp and clear voice that beca the most distinct: "I ca over at six this morning, had Teacher Pi bring the makeup team... Of course, they work separately; he has his own crew. Teacher Pi will probably stick around tomorrow, since there might be another interview where I’ll need touch-ups. The day after tomorrow? That’s an evening event, but the day after that you need to book an early ticket. Flights to Shangcheng are quite tight right now, don’t book too late or they’ll sell out. As for hotels, find better ones—the paparazzi are a nightmare. For Nancheng, don’t worry about it for now; it’s still a few days out..."
She strode inside in her high heels, still engrossed in her Bluetooth call. As she entered and found herself in front of the large crowd, Xia Siyu didn’t pause for pleasantries. She only gave a careless nod in greeting before continuing her phone conversation: "You don’t need to worry about the firearms center; Bo Yan will secure a spot for . Once it’s set, I’ll go straight to training. As for a motorcycle? Just buy one—what’s the big deal? That’s all after New Year’s anyway; there’s still ti."
After finishing her call and switching off the Bluetooth, she finally raised her head and noticed that every pair of eyes in the room had fixated on her. Xia Siyu then smiled lightly, "Wow, such a big crowd."
After she spoke, Bo Yan, who was standing beside her, held her hand and greeted the family, "Grandpa, Dad, Uncle."
The Xia Siyu they saw was wearing a long down coat over a light sumr dress. A pair of sunglasses hung casually from her neckline, and the dress extended just past her knees. Her high heels revealed a visible portion of her ankle. She wasn’t particularly dressed up, nor did she wear any makeup.
Bo Yan was just as unassuming. He wore a coat over a white T-shirt, and once the coat was removed, the T-shirt was noticeably short-sleeved. Paired with casual pants and leather shoes, his look was equally low-key.
Initially, Xia Siyu had planned to put on makeup to dazzle her audience. But with so much work to handle after getting out of the car, she neither had the mood nor the ti to doll herself up—and frankly, there wasn’t much point.
After all, she and Bo Yan’s faces were hardly unfamiliar to this group. Dressing to the nines would only make her seem insecure, like she was trying too hard to prove her worth—sothing akin to what Mrs. Tong, draped in her gold and jewels across the table, seed to be doing.
Xia Siyu scanned the table, quickly picking up on the general mood. Then she chuckled lightly, "Work is just too exhausting. Even during the holiday, they don’t let up for a mont."
Bo Yan followed up seamlessly, "Grandpa, we won’t be staying the night here. We’ll likely need to leave by the afternoon. Siyu and I have an early event tomorrow morning, and this period is packed with promotional activities. With the new movie release, even CCTV and several satellite channels have lined up interviews. Our schedule is absolutely packed, hope you don’t mind."
Wow—that pair didn’t show off their wealth, didn’t flaunt superiority; instead, they outright declared: we’re not playing your ga! You’re not worthy!
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