Two years later.
Xuan Ze gazed at the increasingly mature Yuran, fiddling with his coffee cup, yet his eyes lingered on her enchanting and enticing face, "You've been a mother for almost three years now, how do I feel like you're still a young girl seducing bachelors?"
Yuran chuckled lowly, "Please, say that again in front of my Seventh Brother."
Xuan Ze coughed awkwardly, "Let's not talk about it, he hasn't had a new work released in these two years either, just like you, playing disappearing acts. If he doesn't show up soon, his fans are going to abandon him."
Yuran, "Director Tang, aren't you worried about getting slapped in the face when you say that? Smack smack smack, doesn't it hurt?"
Xuan Ze: "..."
Alright, although Bo Yan was like a semi-retired old man, it must be said that the monthly selfies had become a great anticipation for the Bo He fans and topped the hot search lists.
