The mobile phone was on speaker, and the reporter's voice echoed in the spacious hospital room.
Shi Jiayin leaned back on the hospital bed, her complexion still pale, but her spirit was nevertheless good. She arched her eyebrows slightly and exchanged a glance with Cheng Sisi beside her, a flicker of dark light swiftly passing through the depths of her eyes before she started coughing.
Cheng Sisi then picked up the phone and replied, "Journalist Chen, I'm sorry, but Jiayin needs plenty of rest right now and can't accept your interview at the moment."
"Sister Cheng, don't be like that, it's just a question. We've been cooperating for so long, can't you reveal just a little bit?"
"This..."
Cheng Sisi feigned a reluctant demeanor, pondered for a moment, and then unconsciously lowered her voice to say, "Journalist Chen, when did you start believing those rumors on the internet? This is about Jiayin's reputation. You must verify such baseless rumours; don't write arbitrarily."
