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Qin Baizhou sat on the sofa and looked up.

Bo Yan also happened to have just set the watch down and looked down as well.

For the first time, the gazes of the two men met.

Qin Baizhou had that kind of demeanor where, even when he was scolding you, his face would still carry a gentle smile, and he usually chose his words with elegance. After all, he studied literature, so his rhetorical skills were formidable. Sometimes, even after he’d scolded you, if you didn’t listen carefully, you might even think he was praising you. Only later, upon closer reflection, would you sense his true intentions.

Though he had made a name for himself over the years, he still carried the cautious and humble attitude he had developed while rising from the lower strata of society.

But Bo Yan was different, for he exuded an air of scholarship too, but due to his wealthy upbringing and the early demise of his parents, his aloofness, sharpness, and disdain were all part of his armor.

Yet, both men were equally incisive and cutting.

Almost in an instant, Bo Yan and Qin Baizhou both realized that the man before them was their rival in love.

After one piercing glance, Bo Yan slowly withdrew himself, as if all the sharpness and aggressiveness from just moments ago were merely an illusion.

As Bo Yan left, Song Fengzhi, along with some other agents, assistants, and bodyguards, followed suit. Bo Yan led the way, and vaguely in the background, he could hear Xia Siyu complaining, “I didn’t sleep at all well on the plane. I need to find somewhere to get a massage, my bones feel like they’re falling apart…”

They arrived at the underground parking lot.

With a car key in hand, Song Fengzhi remotely unlocked the car and asked, “Brother Bo, are we heading to the company, or straight back to the villa?”

He carefully skirted around the subject of the Qingcheng Apartments, as Bo Yan had just had a quarrel with Xia Siyu, and Bo Yan’s fans had begun to viciously attack her online; he seemed to be in a poor mood.

Bo Yan stood in front of the car and, after a long pause, gestured with his hand, “The keys.”

Sometimes when Bo Yan was in a bad mood, he would take off in his car by himself. He knew speeding was wrong, so he never went to city roads but would drive directly to the West Suburbs racing club. There were cars and tracks, and he had his own modified race car there, which he never drove on public roads but used to blow off steam whenever he felt like it.

Song Fengzhi hesitated for a moment, knowing Bo Yan was angry. But about what? Because his fan club had caused a disturbance, and two hours later, the issue had already blown up online. Without a doubt, this had to be a trending topic purchased by Qin Baizhou: #BoYanFansBlockAirport#.

Qin Baizhou had a way of doing things, always prepared with a contingency. On one hand, he would contact Bo Yan’s side amiably; on the other hand, he would turn around and buy negative trending topics. Bo Yan’s management allowed fans to confront Xia Siyu, and he countered with a trending topic, blaming Bo Yan’s fans for being arrogant and disrupting the normal order of the airport.

If they cooperated with his marketing strategy, Qin Baizhou would immediately withdraw the trending topic. If they were relentless, Qin Baizhou would be prepared to fight them to the end.

The country had recently been administering stricter control over fan culture and fan circles; indeed, this was a sensitive time and they couldn’t afford to be too high-profile.

Song Fengzhi really handed over the keys. Bo Yan drove his Maybach alone, all the way to the racing club. He had just parked the car, passed through face recognition entry, and there he met his good cousin: Bo Yi.