Qin Baizhou's steps faltered, and he frowned slightly as he turned back to see Bo Yan still sitting in the same spot, calmly sipping his coffee, as if the words spoken just moments ago hadn't come from him at all.
He shook his head. Scions like Bo Yan and Xia Siyu, born into aristocratic families, had never lacked for clothing or food since childhood. They couldn't understand how desperately those who struggled from the bottom clung to any opportunity, fighting to claw their way upwards.
But was Bo Yan as carefree as he claimed? Ninety-nine percent of those in the entertainment industry were drawn by vanity. If one didn't love fame and didn't enjoy being adulated by audiences and fans, what was the point of being in the entertainment industry? The remaining one percent was Xia Siyu.
He didn't believe that Bo Yan was such a person.
