"Well, if you're here, you're here." Xia Siyu remained calm and didn't forget to toss the handful of sand in her hand onto Bo Yan. Once he was covered in dirt and looked rather pathetic, she tidied up her hairstyle, figuring she'd have to shoot another small segment later.
Bo Yan was busy shaking off the sand when Han Yifan spotted him and immediately started teasing, "Wow, not bad! Is this your new hairstyle for the year?"
"Yeah, how about I give you one too?" Even while patting the dust off his clothes, Bo Yan maintained a calm demeanor with distinct facial lines. He didn't look embarrassed at all; instead, it added a youthful sunshine vibe to his usually composed aura—a limited edition, courtesy of his wife.
"No way~" Han Yifan instantly retorted cheekily, "Even if I need a stylist, I'll have Fei'er do it. Back off, little brother. I don't want to be friends with you."
