"Hello, Miss Yang. May I interview you?"
Yang Xirui stopped in surprise and looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of her and stopped her. He had a square face and a refined temperament. Be it his clothes or disposition, they revealed a classical elegance.
As a reporter, her sharp senses also made her notice the special edges of the cuffs of the other party's clothes that emitted a faint golden light. If she did not remember wrongly, this extremely special dress detail was usually something that only the old nobles in the Declan Empire would pay attention to.
This discovery made her even stranger.
"Interview me?" Yang Xirui pointed at herself and thought to herself that she was a reporter herself. It was already not bad that she did not interview others, but now, someone came to interview her. It was really a little strange.