Xia Siyu snorted: "No need, you should just take care of your family at home."
Xia Youbiao felt hurt, but he didn't know how to communicate with his daughter either. It was Bo Yan who took the phone over: "Let me talk to Dad for a moment."
Xia Siyu glanced at Bo Yan and handed him the phone. Bo Yan took it and said: "Dad, it's me. I'm right beside Siyu. Don't worry, she's doing quite well now."
Early in the morning, nine o'clock, Xia Siyu still hadn't completely woken up, and Bo Yan was by her side?
Upon receiving the call, Xia Youbiao's face was a picture of surprise: "You, you two made up?"
Bo Yan's face was calm: "We never had a fight."
Before, there was a barrier, then opposition. Even during the time when Xia Siyu hated him the most, they never actually had a quarrel; at most, she would hit him a few times. Now there was no need to mention it; Xia Siyu wished she could really make a dog leash to keep him tied to her side all day long, constantly clinging to him.
