Bo Yan looked up at Xia Siyu.
On the day they broke up years ago, Xia Siyu’s expression was actually quite similar to now. It held both boundless anger and an imnse coldness. It seed as if there was a raging fire in her heart, ready to burn away all the shadows of the world. Yet, there was also an indifference, as if nothing could enter her eyes.
But now it’s different. Eight years have passed, and it is not just her appearance that has matured, but also her mind and way of thinking.
When she heard him say that it wasn’t he who had retracted the relationship news, there was a ripple in her gaze. That ripple was neither mockery nor anger, but understanding and acceptance. She believes him.
However, while she believes him, she also believes in herself.
Eight years on, she is no longer the little girl who hid behind her parents. When the paparazzi exposed her mother’s identity earlier, she was indeed filled with anger, resentnt, and a touch of panic.
Anyone could be talked about except her mother, especially not with such malicious speculation and such vile, obscene tones.
However, she is no longer a little girl. She has to learn to stand up by herself.
Bo Yan can co and explain to her, and she believes he didn’t do it. He might still help her clear up her mother’s issues, using his influence to prove those words false.
She is relieved, grateful, and especially happy, also a bit regretful for having misunderstood him yesterday. She is luckier than her mother; she didn’t love the wrong person.
But she doesn’t need it.
She insists on defending her own mother herself and doesn’t need anyone else’s aid. Even if Bo Yan wants to help, it should be after she has shown her own stance, only then he can assist.
She stepped out of the car, looked at Bo Yan, nodded, then her gaze fell on Qin Baizhou: "Brother Qin."
Qin Baizhou imdiately perked up; he actually wished he could have pushed Bo Yan out earlier. After all, the person by Xia Siyu’s side at this mont, how much enhancent it provides emotionally, he is well aware, and he imdiately nodded: "I’m here."
"I would like to ask for your help." Xia Siyu spoke slowly and steadily. Her expression was very calm, without the entanglent after making a mistake or any emotional collapse.
"Go ahead, anything I can help with, I definitely will." Qin Baizhou imdiately nodded.
"I will personally explain the situation regarding this matter. When I make a statent, I hope the company does not intervene. Also, do not overly involve yourselves in the follow-up."
She still wanted to protect her mother and didn’t want her mother to be disturbed. She especially didn’t want this matter to be hyped up and fernted, or even used by the company to create so persona, turning her mother’s reputation into a promotional tool.
Qin Baizhou was stunned for a mont, then nodded: "Certainly, in terms of public relations, we will definitely respect the artist’s opinion."
Xia Siyu nodded: "Then I’ll be reassured."
She was still holding her phone, her fingers slightly trembling: "Firstly, my mother is not a mistress. She and my father have a legally recognized marital relationship. Secondly, my mother was frad back then, and photographed secretly, she is innocent. Thirdly, I am proud of my mother, she did nothing wrong, she is my role model. Please, even if you don’t like , do not involve my family. I..."
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