Boyan glanced at Xia Siyu. She must have returned to normal, and he quickly went up to apologize to the bald actor.
He took his mobile phone and walked directly to his dressing room, closed the door tightly, and then said: "Dad, I am Bo Yan."
"Bo Yan, how is Siyu?" A middle-aged man's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone receiver.
Boyan opened the door of the dressing room slightly and looked out. Xia Siyu must have finished apologizing, and her expression returned to normal. She lowered her head and read the script, "She's pretty good."
The person opposite was obviously not impressed by his formulaic "everything is fine". He paused and said, "Actually, I have read some news recently..."
Bo Yan's face was expressionless, and his answer was very formulaic: "It's just a scandal, written by reporters."
"Don't worry about this. If there is random news, I will have it suppressed." Xia Youbiao answered casually and then asked: "Actually, I want to ask, how is she doing recently."
Bo Yan looked at Xia Siyu's shouting: "It should be pretty good."
But after saying this, his mind was suddenly struck by the cold look in her eyes just now. But he couldn't say bad things about her in front of his parents, so he could only stay silent.
"As long as she's fine, she'll be fine." Over there, Xia Youbiao sighed several times. He originally wanted to say something, but at this moment, he couldn't say a word. "Then three months later, your grandpa will It’s my eightieth birthday, will you all come together when the time comes, or..."
When he said this, he paused: "Sorry, she blocked me after I quarreled with her last time. Otherwise, I would be embarrassed to call you and ask you."
"It's okay, Dad." Boyan frowned, and after taking a breath, he tried to keep his mood calm, "I will let her come. We will definitely come."
"Okay, okay." Xia Youbiao said the word "okay" three times with a straight face, and at the end he was embarrassed, not knowing what to say. After a long time, he asked again: "What about your relationship... After all, you have been married for three years. Of course, dad knows that you are both artists, and dad understands that you have pursuits in your career. You have grown up and have your own considerations. I urge you to have children or something. I just hope that you can think about it for your family."
Bo Yan listened to him quietly for a long time before nodding, as if humming "Hmm" from the tip of his nose.
"If she went too far, daddy should apologize to you first. If the situation at home hadn't been like this, she wouldn't have... "
"It's not her fault." Although Bo Yan seemed to be excusing her, his words were obviously impatient. Xia Youbiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I understand."
After saying this, Xia Youbiao hung up the phone. When he hung up the phone, he returned to Mr. Xia's decisiveness for a second.
Bo Yan didn't care about it so much. His cell phone also beeped a few times. He picked it up and saw that it was his uncle who sent him a message. He ignored it, just turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.
The chaos outside had been cleared up, and he walked out.
Xia Siyu outside didn't know anything. He came back after the bald head had rested. There were still areas that he couldn't pass on the road just now, so he continued to take pictures again.
After sorting out their emotions, everyone immersed themselves in the plot in one second. This time Xia Siyu restrained her emotions very well and worked hard to integrate into the filming process.
(End of chapter)