Seeing Chen Xiaoyi sit beside him out of the blue, Luo Ziling was very surprised, so much so that he didn't react at first.
"What, quite surprised?" Seeing Luo Ziling's stunned expression, Chen Xiaoyi asked somewhat displeased, "Didn't expect me to come or just not welcome?"
"Didn't expect it," Luo Ziling chuckled, "What brought you here all of a sudden?"
"My profession?"
"Journalist!"
"Exactly, journalist, here for an interview," Chen Xiaoyi took out her press card, showing it to Luo Ziling, "Traditional Chinese Medicine Annual Conference, very prestigious, I had to come and cover it. I heard you'd made quite a scene here again."
"Heh, let's talk later, it's impolite to talk while someone is lecturing," noticing many people looking their way, and the old TCM practitioner on stage staring at them discontentedly, Luo Ziling promptly stopped talking.
Chen Xiaoyi didn't say much else either.
