In the dead of night.
Luo Xiaolang just stared at Yin Qin.
She didn't know why he had suddenly appeared at her front door at this late hour.
Her eyes were fixed on him.
Yin Qin walked into her house without any hesitation, made himself at home, and just plonked himself down on Luo Xiaolang's sofa.
Luo Xiaolang seemed to be accustomed to Yin Qin's sudden eccentricities, and at that moment, she showed no reaction, appearing quite easygoing.
Yin Qin said, "Didn't a journalist photograph you this evening?"
Luo Xiaolang nodded.
Yin Qin continued, "Now we need to preemptively set the record straight. Although this may still cause you trouble later on, at least I'm doing my best to prevent you from being slandered."
Luo Xiaolang didn't understand what Yin Qin was talking about.
In truth, she didn't care at all.
She wouldn't be around much longer, so what was there to care about?
