The reporter impatiently waved, "I have another event to cover."
He finished typing over two hundred words in almost five minutes and showed it to Mrs. Qin.
"This short?" Mrs. Qin felt a bit disheartened about the money she spent.
The envelopes given to the reporters cost several thousand.
Only this few words were published in the newspaper?
The reporter sneered, "You don't need that many words. The key is your daughter's beautiful photo."
He threw out a shocking photo of Qin Wenrou playing the piano with her feet.
A close-up shot.
Incredibly clear.
Mrs. Qin didn't catch the sarcasm in his voice. Seeing the large photo, she couldn't help but feel a burst of joy: her daughter had finally made a name for herself.
The little bit of worry she had also vanished: This was all for the sake of art, it should be viewed from an artistic perspective.
The news was posted, satisfying Mrs. Qin, and the reporter immediately got up, grabbing his camera and interview bag, and walked out.
