Bo Lin's end went quiet for a few seconds. Hua Jian frowned at his phone.
The screen still showed that the call was connected.
He murmured, "Bad reception?"
Bo Lin spoke again. "You met him at UP last time, the one with slicked-back hair. He's at the gallery too. He said he saw you."
He immediately sold Zhang Yiming out, adding casually, "He likes making a fuss over nothing. He caught you and Jia Nade in a video just now. That's how I saw."
Hua Jian immediately asked, "Is this his gallery?"
"No," Bo Lin said. "He wanted to bring Jia Nade's exhibition to a gallery owned by Bo. But Jia Nade harassed me when we were on the same flight the last time I came back to the country. I mentioned it at a gathering, and the collaboration fell through. Still, they have some contact."
Hua Jian abruptly turned, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Jia Nade in the distance.
"He harassed you? How?"
The man's cold, angry voice traveled across the invisible network.
"Bo Lin." When no answer came, the man on the other end impatiently called his name.
Bo Lin stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows on the thirty-second floor of the Bo Group building, looking out at the brilliantly lit nightscape of the Imperial Capital.
His faint reflection in the glass showed the corners of his mouth lifting.
"He only pestered me a little. Hua Jian, have you forgotten I'm a strong, healthy man?"
Hua Jian couldn't help running his tongue over the roof of his mouth, displeasure stirring inside him.
Pestered him? How, exactly?
Had he offered Bo Lin his QR code to scan, like he had just now?
Or had he gone straight up and thrown himself into Bo Lin's arms?
Tch.
"You don't