Bo Yimo didn't lift his head, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Go ahead and pretend, once I tell you who it is, let's see how calm you can stay!
Yang Wen chuckled, "Yimo, I think I just saw Tong Yan, the artist signed to our studio. She was bowling with two guys, having a great time."
Suddenly, Bo Yimo stood up, expressionless. "Where?"
Yang Wen feigned ignorance, "Where what?"
Bo Yimo replied coolly, "With your IQ, it's indeed hard to understand."
Yang Wen: ...
Bo Yimo, will it kill you to stop being so sarcastic!
We've known each other for so many years after all.
Yang Wen remembered his own growing-up journey and felt like crying; it was completely oppressed by Bo Yimo, basically a history of blood and tears. When this person turns sinister, no one can compare.
So he just mouthed off for the fun of it, but finally complied obediently.
Bo Yimo didn't say a word and left.
Where there's a good show to watch, how could Yang Wen miss out? Naturally, he followed.
