"Really?" I said. Of course, it was like that. At Mingfang's wedding, I was almost out of sorts. The lady's gaze was very sharp, hopefully, she didn't notice anything amiss.
"I have something I need to talk to you about."
"Go ahead."
"My colleagues and I want to do a special program on the work and life of a Translator, and we need some information. I was wondering if you would be willing to help."
"As long as it doesn't involve state secrets, of course, that's fine," I said.
"State secrets? How could it? We're * too."
"Then it would be my pleasure."
I realized I hadn't seen Fei at all.
"Okay, then you can contact me anytime." I took my briefcase and was ready to leave.
Wen Xiaohua hastily followed after me, "Hey, Cheng Jiayang, you must have a business card, right?"
"Oh," I said, "I'll give you my phone number. I don't have a business card."
"Then please do. I'll write it down." She took out her cellphone.
