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The half time was the last time Qin Baizhou came to Qingcheng Apartment. Although the two did not meet face-to-face, he could sense that Qin Baizhou’s concern for her was extraordinary.

It was normal for Xia Siyu to listen to Qin Baizhou. Despite being the hottest artist, Qin Baizhou was a master planner. He was gentle, elegant, mature, and stable, always greeting people with a smile. He had mentored her from the beginning of her entertainment career and invested a lot of effort.

A good agent is a trustworthy friend, a family member, even a life mentor to an artist. That’s why later on, many artists who were let down in love chose their agents or assistants who had been by their side and protected them all along; such cases were far from rare.

To Xia Siyu, he was at least, for now, merely a friend. The way she blurted out “not even able to be friends” the last time Qin Baizhou came, and how this time, although she bought him an expensive watch, she did not cherish it and let him wear it casually, was clear evidence.

But, just because Xia Siyu didn’t think much of Qin Baizhou, that didn’t mean the feelings weren’t reciprocated.

Let’s be honest, only someone as daft as Xia Siyu could be so oblivious in matters of affection not to notice Qin Baizhou’s feelings. His constant care and attention, his ability to handle her entire support system, and how he had clearly called from the airport earlier to pick her up, yet waited until she took a stance in the face of fans and media before appearing.

Sure enough, once Qin Baizhou arrived, he first apologized to Xia Siyu, “Sorry, I was at the parking lot when I called you just now. I arrived a bit late. You weren’t hurt, were you?”

Xia Siyu said, “If we don’t leave quickly, we certainly will be.”

She pursed her lips, looking at the airport security nearby.

With so many fans and media present, the order at the airport was severely disrupted. The fans were unwilling to leave, each one more agitated than the last. They weren’t her fans; she had no intention of taking the blame.

Since her fans had long been at odds with Bo’s, Xia Siyu didn’t care about their opinions. In front of the media, she bluntly spoke up without disguise, “Bringing so many people to make a fuss, disrupting the order at the airport, thinking that louder voices can win an argument—is this childish behavior?”

At her words, Bo’s fans outside became even more worked up.

Song Fengzhi came to control the situation, but Bo’s fans, used to running wild, didn’t listen to him. It was Bo Yan who came forward and said, “Thank you, everyone. Go back and rest. You have worked hard.”

Then, he took some photos with fans, signed autographs, shook hands, and organized them to leave.

Xia Siyu couldn’t be bothered to look at him. She tossed her head, handed over her luggage cart, and clad in black clothes with her long hair draped over her shoulders, she walked proudly at the forefront. Qin Baizhou walked beside her, followed by a large group of black-clad bodyguards, shielding her tightly in a manner befitting a boss making an appearance on the streets.

After getting in the car and making a round, they ended up at a conference hall near the airport, where they met with Bo Yan again.