Top secret, confidential, is that something a journalist should know?
Lian Qiao was not one to panic easily in the face of trouble. At this moment, a question leaped clearly into her mind—why did Shuang Niuniu inexplicably switch from being an old madam at the Imperial Palace to a reporter for the PLA newspaper?
She was sure that Shuang Niuniu was hiding something from her.
But that did not prevent her from believing Shuang Niuniu would not harm her.
After a long while, gazing steadily at her, Lian Qiao furrowed her brows, and yet, seeing Shuang Niuniu's troubled expression, she still sighed.
"Alright, if it's something you can't say, we sisters will just swallow it down..."
"Lian Zi..." Hearing that, Shu Shuang's body stiffened, and she choked on her words, suddenly grabbing her hand, "This matter is top secret, you must not tell anyone it was me who told you, understand?"
