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Qin Baizhou thought for a moment, then shook his head, âFrom what Iâve gathered so far, besides you and Zhou Weiwei, thereâs also the popular young actor Wang Zisu from the same agency, and Hu Juyue, who hosts for Huangcheng Media. Iâm not too clear about the remaining three. The official promotion has been huge, touting it as a top-tier celebrity survival live show abroad, so the online reservations for the show have already exceeded a million viewers. Tomorrow youâll do the pre-filming, and the day after theyâll probably air a segment of your pre-filming, the day after that, youâll be in Sicily for the live broadcast.â
âAmong these people, donât provoke Wang Zisu. He came from talent selection shows and has previously acted in a BL drama; he is the main star his company is promoting, and his fans can be quite troublesome. If you get along with him, fans will say youâre hyping up a CP. If you have a falling out, his fans will also come after you. Just steer clear of him. But considering your reputation, 1 guess he wonât dare to provoke you. Zhou Weiwei you can team up with, and Hu Juyue too, as a host she is there to control the situation, she shouldnât be biasedâat least she wonât be plotting behind your back.â
Xia Siyu nodded casually, and it was unclear whether she really took it in or not.
Originally, Qin Baizhou wanted to advise her to curb her temper, but then he thought better of it. Reality shows tend to magnify a personâs true nature, especially live broadcasts like this one. It was better for him to be on watch all the time, ready to handle any major publicity issues swiftly.
After all these years, Xia Siyu had always been the one charging into the fray, causing trouble, and he was always behind her, leading the team to clean up the mess.
He had grown accustomed to it. đđđđŽđđđˇđŻâ´đŁđŽđ.đ¸â´đŽ
âThen rest up, Iâll come pick you up tomorrow afternoon,â he said.
Xia Siyu nodded.
As Qin Baizhou left, he made a point of glancing back several times at the closed door, which remained shut the entire time.
Once he had taken the elevator down, Bo Yan emerged from the room, Xia Siyu was still lazily sprawled on the sofa, leisurely flipping through a script.
And the script she was perusing was actually Bo Yanâs.
Bo Yan approached slowly, first casually glancing at the entrance to see that the slippers Qin Baizhou had worn were not the pair he usually wore, a slightly different color. Then he strolled back to find that Qin Baizhou hadnât used his glass for drinking water, which made his expression relax even more. Finally, he walked to the edge of the window and reached out to pull the curtain open.
Beneath the night sky, Qin Baizhouâs car drove out of the garage, waited at the street corner for a little while at the traffic light, and then drove off.
Watching the carâs receding figure, Bo Yan suddenly spoke, âYour agent is very considerate towards you.â He paused, then added, âHe understands you very well, especially regarding your personal life.â
Xia Siyu hummed in response, her tone candid as she retorted, âIs your agent not good to you?â
Isnât it only the less famous artists and those with little clout who are led around by their agents? Bo Yan was clearly neither.
Bo Yanâs lips curled into a rare smile of agreement, âYouâre right. My agent canât control me. Especially when it comes to my personal life, they donât get a word in.â
Xia Siyu responded casually with an âOh,â clearly not taking his words to heart.
The room suddenly became quiet, Bo Yan standing at the window, Xia Siyu behind him looking at the script. Outside, the neon lights were shining brightly and colorfully on the two of them, neither of them speaking.
After a while, Bo Yan suddenly broke the silence, his voice as soft as a feather, âDo you want to move out?â