After leaving the restaurant, Lin Yanmo and Ye Tian walked together on the crowded street.
Lin Yanmo was thinking about something, her beautiful eyes tightly furrowed.
Ye Tian looked at Lin Yanmo, noticing she wanted to say something but remained silent.
"What's up, anything you want to ask?"
Ye Tian asked with a smile.
Lin Yanmo, being a reporter, always had a particularly strong sense of curiosity.
"I want to ask you, why did you refuse to help Zhang Ben? Even if he was rude to you, his mom came to your door with a million-dollar cash check to apologize and ask for your help, shouldn't you at least lend a hand?"
"A reason."
Ye Tian asked.
"What reason do you need? Isn't it obvious? Seeing something like this, you should step in right away. At the very least, one should have a sense of justice and compassion, right?"
"Justice and compassion? That depends on the person. For others, maybe, but not for Zhang Ben."
Ye Tian said disdainfully.
Lin Yanmo was speechless.
