Hearing Yang Jing's words, a gentle male voice came through the phone, "Jinger, thank you. You don't have to do this for me. Su Qianxun is at the height of her popularity now, and offending her won't end well for you. Listen to me and write a good interview this time."
Yang Jing, feeling dejected, clenched her phone tightly, but she knew Lin Wei was looking out for her welfare, so after a moment she replied, "I understand, Ah Wei. How are you feeling? Is it still serious?"
"I'm fine now, don't worry," Lin Wei said in a soft voice.
"As long as you're fine... I should hang up then. I won't disturb your rest any longer," Yang Jing said reluctantly.
She liked Lin Wei.
But when they met, he was already a superstar, far out of reach, while she was just a junior reporter at the TV station.
Over the years, for Lin Wei's sake, she'd worked tirelessly to follow news stories, and finally she managed to establish herself at Apple TV.
