"Really?" Shi Nian immediately reached out and grabbed his sleeve: "Ok, there's no time like the present, Mr. Tang, help me with an interview."
He chuckled silently, his eyes clear and sparkling like a spring: "Hey, I thought you'd storm off right away in anger."
Shi Nian glanced up at him: "For work, I can set aside my personal feelings."
His smile grew wider, leaning against the wall, standing on tiptoe: "Then first tell me, why do you want to be a journalist?"
"Is that any of your business?" Shi Nian retorted unceremoniously, feeling irritated again by his previous words, "You're not worthy."
"Of course it matters." Tang Yanqing stared at her expression, finally realizing what she looked like when frustrated.
