At first, nobody answered the phone.
Xia Qingtian kept dialing relentlessly from the bar.
In the end, it seemed that Bo Jingyan, completely vexed by her, was left with no choice but to pick up the call. He asked coldly, "What is it?"
Sensing the chill in his voice, Xia Qingtian immediately felt slighted, "Bo Jingyan, I'm drunk, at a bar. Can you come pick me up?"
After speaking, she gave Bo Jingyan the address of the bar.
"Your drunkenness is your problem, not mine," Bo Jingyan responded with a notable permafrost in his tone.
"Jingyan, you..."
Just as Xia Qingtian was about to utter some more words, Bo Jingyan did not grant her the opportunity and hung up the phone straightaway.
Hearing the busy tone in the phone, her heart immediately grew heavy.
After hanging up the phone, her eyes started to turn a little red again.