Elsewhere.
After hanging up the phone with a gloomy expression, Bo Jingyan looked up to meet the curious gaze of his mother and Shi Qian.
"Brother Jingyan, who was on the phone?" Shi Qian asked tentatively.
Bo Jingyan replied expressionlessly, "A client."
Ever since the last time she found him in the hospital with Xia Qingtian, his mother and Shi Qian had kept a close eye on him. Every evening, they would call him to come home for dinner.
It was clear that they didn't want him to have any contact with Xia Qingtian, but they dressed it up as concern for his health. They had the household chef make stomach-soothing soup and insisted that he come home to consume it, to ensure that he ate his meals on time.
To avoid any hassle and to keep his mother's condition from deteriorating further, Bo Jingyan pretended not to understand her intention and cooperated.