A Miao had to come out of the cubicle, braving all rebuffs.

"You again?"

Nie Shuangshuang stared at her, and suddenly had a sense of foreboding. "Who are you?"

"A reporter? In the same trade?" Her broker, Zhang Mi, was also on the alert. It seemed so providential that every time they spoke, this woman was always around...

A Miao felt helpless, but put on a forced smile. "Sorry, it's just coincidence."

Nie Shuangshuang and ...