"Good morning, Deputy Editor."

"Good morning," Si Xin Er's voice was soft and fluffy, hearing Jingshu's instinctive revulsion, "Say, what is it."

"This thing, this thing ......," Si Xiner's side said a little stuttering, wanting to say.

"Just say what's going on directly, don't beat around the bush." What's the point of beating around the bush when you've already put the call in?

"Deputy Editor, why don't you turn on the TV now and watch today's morning ...