Song Xueqin scowled, "Try it!"
"Oh, okay..."
Huohuo prayed in her heart that the call wouldn't go through, feeling that if it did, something big would happen!
Perhaps Heaven heard her prayers, as it truly didn't connect—
"I can't get through, really can't get through."
Huohuo pretended to look very helpless, but she was overjoyed inside. Truly, Heaven rewards the diligent.
The journalist appeared troubled, "Auntie, can I leave now? I'm really just a small intern..."
Song Xueqin, who was not unreasonable, frowned and said, "Don't come for secret shots next time, or don't blame me for being rude. You can go!"
"Mm, mm, mm—"
Immediately, the journalist turned and left, running as if terrified.
After Song Xueqin and Huohuo turned to leave, a journalist hiding behind an obstacle suddenly emerged.
