Bo Yan’s mother continued, "It was also after starring in ’Redemption’ that your seventh brother’s entire life direction began to change!"
Yuran paused in her vegetable picking, looking at Bo Yan’s mother with surprise, "Godmother, what do you mean by that?"
Bo Yan’s mother said, "Before he turned eighteen, your seventh brother’s career planning was very intense. However, after shooting ’Redemption,’ he became much more detached. That’s also why he’s rarely seen on the big screen!"
Yuran didn’t continue to inquire. This was Bo Yan’s private matter, and she really shouldn’t ask too much about it.
The topic suddenly changed, and Bo Yan’s mother looked at her with a smile, "Baby, are you getting used to living here? I just went to check your clothes, and you really don’t have much.
How can a young lady your age have so few clothes?"
Yuran exclaimed in realization and waved her hands at Bo Yan’s mother, "No, no, godmother, I think it’s already enough, really!"
Bo Yan’s mother shook her head, "No, when your seventh brother comes back, we’ll go shopping after dinner!"
Bo Yan was coming back? Yuran paused in her vegetable picking and asked casually, "Isn’t seventh brother busy? Does he have time to come back?"
"Yes, I heard the crew gave him two days off because he’s sick!"
No wonder godmother came over today, Bo Yan is actually sick?
"Godmother, since seventh brother is sick, let’s not disturb him, and besides, with his current status, it’s not suitable for him to appear in the mall!"
Bo Yan’s mother seemed to understand suddenly and nodded, "Okay then, godmother will go with you!"
The dinner had just been served when Bo Yan pushed the door and entered. It had been a while since they had seen each other, and he still looked the same, with no noticeable change except for the fatigue under his eyes, probably due to the illness.
Yuran greeted him with a smile, her eyes curving, but her distance was clearly noticeable. Bo Yan glanced up at her, hummed a response, walked in, and collapsed on the sofa, closing his eyes.
Two minutes later, Xie Cheng dragged in a huge suitcase. Seeing Bo Yan lying on the sofa, he complained, "I told you to go to the hospital first, but you insisted on coming home first. Are you out of your mind?"
Bo Yan didn’t even open his eyes, nor did he respond to Xie Cheng’s muttering.
Xie Cheng set the suitcase aside, walked over to Bo Yan, and roughly placed his hand on Bo Yan’s forehead. Before he could make a comment, Bo Yan pushed his hand away, "I’m fine, go take care of your things!"
"If I really leave, who will take care of you?" Xie Cheng was entirely worried, was he supposed to let Yuran, the Plague God, take care of him?
To let her take advantage? Dream on!
Yuran, sensing Xie Cheng’s malice, smirked and turned away calmly. Bo Yan slightly lifted his eyelids, his eyes full of fatigue, "I’m fine, you go first, hurry up with the tasks I gave you!"
Xie Cheng glanced at Yuran, the veins on his forehead throbbing, almost unable to hold back his anger, "... You! Never mind, consider it my bad luck."
Xie Cheng stormed out, but not before glaring fiercely at Yuran.
Yuran, puzzled, looked down to see Bo Yan’s pained expression and wondered if it was really appropriate for her to leave .
Bo Yan’s closed eyes twitched, and he slowly opened them, "What is it?"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Yuran initially only wanted to inquire, but seeing a trace of mist in his eyes, she instinctively placed her hand on Bo Yan’s forehead.