Xia Yangyang joked, "Then what type do you like?"
Lu Yao said shyly, "Among the male celebrities in the entertainment industry, I like Chen Yu the most. I am, after all, a die-hard fan of him."
Xia Yangyang shook her head: "Chen Yu's face is more beautiful than a woman's. Is it not a lot of pressure to like a man who is more attractive than yourself?"
And so, the two of them began to discuss the gossip of the entertainment industry.
Indeed, gossip is the second soul of a woman.
The gathering ended at ten o'clock.
Shen Shichuan drove, with Xia Yangyang sitting in the passenger seat.
Xia Yangyang had no idea where Shen Shichuan planned for her to stay, maybe a hotel.
The phone rang again.
This was the third call that evening.
Xia Yangyang stared at the blinking screen, her heart churning, and finally simply turned off her phone.
When she looked up, it seemed Shen Shichuan glanced her: "Boyfriend?"
Xia Yangyang was taken aback: "No."