"Do you want to go in and see Ah Ting's secrets?"
He smiled and tilted his head as if seeking her answer.
Chu Zhiyi looked at the door, her curiosity tantalizing her with a heart-wrenching force.
She averted her gaze and said against her will, "Everyone has secrets; I don't wish to pry into others' thoughts."
"Really?" Yan Qilan pinched his chin thoughtfully, "People say that as a journalist, you should always have a heart that seeks the truth. You are a journalist, yet you are not curious about those secrets?"
"Are you not interested in Ah Ting?"
Chu Zhiyi: "..."
Yan Qilan was the most troublesome man she had ever met, as if he could see right through her.
Chu Zhiyi forced a smile, "Uncle, you must be joking. Grandma asked me to go find something for her; I need to hurry over."
Having said that, Chu Zhiyi turned and left.
"Ah, I was going to say, the things from Ah Ting's White Moonlight are in there, why did you leave so quickly..."
Yan Qilan's sigh traveled from afar.