"President Bo? The master asked for you."
The butler's voice drowned out the voice on the phone.
Standing in the temple courtyard, with a cool breeze blowing around him, Bo Lin had somehow broken out in a cold sweat.
"All right."
Only their quiet breathing remained on the line.
After a long while, Bo Lin spoke. "What did you just say? Have you been drinking? Where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up."
Hua Jian laughed softly and hurried to say, "Sorry, Bo Lin. I've been drinking and talking nonsense. Don't worry. I'm just sitting at UP for a bit. I'll leave soon."
The moment he had used his drunken courage to say those words, Hua Jian had regretted it.
Luckily, his voice had been quiet, and someone on Bo Lin's end had spoken at the same time.
Bo Lin probably hadn't caught what he had said at all.
Bo Lin paused. "I'll have Lu Zexi arrange a ride for you."
Hua Jian murmured his assent.
Everything was quiet, but neither of them hung up.
Not until someone called out again.
This time, the call was for Hua Jian.
The man's voice sounded somewhat familiar. Bo Lin was sure he had heard it before.
"I'll hang up now, Bo Lin. Get a good night's sleep."
Hua Jian hung up in a fluster, then tossed his phone onto the sink counter.
The man in the mirror looked grim, the gloom in his eyes as deep-rooted as a lingering illness. Why had he lost his composure and blurted that out?
Qin Ci jumped when he saw him. "Hey, are you okay? You only had a few drinks. Why are you as pale as a ghost?"
"I'm fine." Hua Jian quickly finished washing his hands. "I'm heading home. I have things