"Do you want to go in and take a look at Ah Ting's secret?"
He tilted his head with a smile, as if seeking her answer.
Chu Zhiyi looked at the door, curiosity tugging at her with an irresistible force.
She averted her gaze and said, contradicting her feelings, "Everyone has secrets; I don't have the desire to pry into others'."
"Is that so?" Yan Qilan pinched his chin thoughtfully, "People say that as a reporter, you should always have a heart keen to uncover the truth. You're a reporter and yet you feel no curiosity towards those secrets?"
"Don't you have any interest in Ah Ting?"
Chu Zhiyi: "..."
Yan Qilan was the most persistent man she had ever met, as if he could see right through her with just one glance.
Chu Zhiyi forced a smile, "Uncle, you must be joking. Grandma still needs me to find something for her, so I really have to go now."
With that, Chu Zhiyi turned and left.
