She didn't know Qiao Moran, and her plethora of questions were purely for work, but clearly Qiao Moran didn't regard her as a journalist.
He was sparse with words, yet answered every question without the slightest guard up. Lu Wanwan felt that if she turned around and betrayed him, she would be utterly unprincipled.
Lu Wanwan needed money, desperately, but she could not deceive.
"Alright."
Lu Wanwan: …
Qiao Moran's notorious reticence was something she had heard about, even leading to numerous rumors about him being a prima donna and conceited.
Now she truly understood that it wasn't him being haughty, it was just the way he was.
"But I should clarify, Mr. Qiao, when I asked you all those questions, it wasn't out of personal curiosity, but for my job. I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao, I'm an entertainment journalist, perhaps the type you dislike the most. But don't worry, I have principles and limits, and I won't publish anything without your consent."
