Qiao Lian looked startled at Shen Liangchuan and bit her lip.
The look in his eyes was cold like the water of an icy river. She felt her chest tightening.
After a short pause, she slowly let out a deep breath.
Although the reporter had wrongly accused her in this case, the fact was that he was right.
They were indeed 'long-time friends'.
Of course, she knew him.
She had been a reporter for briefly nine months, but it was obvious that she had her ways of sniffing out information and a good sense for news. This wasn't because of any sort of talent, they were rather skills that came with practice.
Anyone who stayed in this field for a few years would develop a sharp sense.
A few years ago, when she had escaped to the huge city of Beijing with her brother, she had to find means of survival.
At the time, coincidentally, she had gotten to know this reporter.
And they had began to collaborate.