There's Still a D*mn Script?

Since the interview was only a matter of minutes, it was far more convenient to use a single-lens camera.

Done setting up the camera, the chief editor passed a list of questions he'd crafted on the way here to Han Zhuoli. "Please have a look, Young Master Han. We can edit the questions if you find them unacceptable."

Han Zhuoli glanced through them and assented. "They're fine, just ask these questions."

"Do you need time to prepare for them?" the editor asked.

"No need for that, we can just start. It'll be more natural. I know what to say," Han Zhuoli replied.

"Alright, let's start," the editor-in-chief said.

Just as he was about to begin, Han Zhuoli suddenly spoke. "Wait."

"Do you have any other request, Young Master Han?" the editor inquired.

"This isn't natural enough." Han Zhuoli thought for a moment before saying, "Follow me to the district. Pretend that I'm about to go home and you'll ask me as I walk."