Jiang Jiu nodded her head.
"Looking at them, I always think of my younger self. But I was luckier than them, I had you by my side, and a grandmother who loved me.
I've interacted with Xie Xinghui a few times, she has a good temper and is willing to endure hardships. She's a new friend, so helping her is the right thing to do.
Moreover, I am a journalist, and it's my duty to give them a voice," she said.
Jiang Siyan touched her cheek, "Since you've already decided, then let's do as you say."
Just then, Jiang Jiu's stomach embarrassingly grumbled.
She touched her stomach a bit sheepishly, "Is there any food left at home? I didn't even have time to eat dinner."
"There's still some rice and leftovers in the kitchen, should I heat them up for you?"
"Mwah, thank you, Ah Yan."
Jiang Siyan's lips curled into a faint smile, seemingly knowing she hadn't eaten, so he had kept the rice cooker on warm the entire time.
