"They volunteered to line up. It's got nothing to do with me, don't talk nonsense."
The middle-aged man was stubborn and didn't take Lin Yi seriously, continuing to say:
"If you want to play the good guy, go play somewhere else and stop being an eyesore here, hindering my business."
"Then I have to apologize." Lin Yi took out his credentials and said:
"I saw everything you just did. As a journalist, I'd like to interview you about your thoughts."
Upon learning of Lin Yi's identity, the middle-aged man was startled.
He wasn't afraid of ordinary people, but a journalist was a different matter. If he got exposed, his business would be over.
"Oh, you're a journalist, my apologies, it was my mistake earlier, I apologize to her."
The middle-aged man looked at the deaf-mute girl, "Young lady, I'm really sorry, big brother apologizes to you."
The apology wasn't particularly sincere, and Lin Yi didn't want to pursue it further. Instead, he turned his gaze to the deaf-mute girl.
