When the young reporter saw her accurately stating the name of her company while making a phone call, his eyelids twitched twice, but he was not particularly panicked.
A few minutes later.
His cell phone rang, and the sound was particularly clear in the night.
He subconsciously glanced at the person confronting him, his heart beating faster. He took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID. It was actually a call from his boss.
No way…
He still held on to a glimmer of hope and answered the call: "Hello, Team Leader..."
Next second.
His face changed suddenly, with red tints in the blue and black tints in the red. He didn't know what was said in just a dozen seconds.
The young reporter hung up the phone quickly as if he had received an electric shock, then gritted his teeth, silently handed over the camera, and whispered, "I only took two photos."
He had only taken two photos when Qiao Nian noticed him and came to him immediately.
The young reporter watched her take the camera and delete the photos, not forgetting to pull out the memory card from the back of the camera. She said to him bluntly, "I'll take this."
The photos he had taken all day were all in it. The reporter was unwilling to give up. Seeing the girl was about to leave, he complained: "Didn't you delete all the photos? Why did you take my memory card? I don't know how to use the memory card to recover photos. There are things I need in it. Can you..."
Who knew that the girl turned around and glanced at him meaningfully: "No."
The reporter's face flushed immediately: "You..."
He was extremely angry. He was angry that the person in front of him was taking advantage of his power to bully an ordinary person like him with no background.
His expression became distorted and humiliated, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
The girl seemed to see what he was thinking and sneered. Her eyes were obviously cold, but they seemed to be hiding a raging fire: "You can set your sights on an unrelated child, and then sit here feeling aggrieved because someone took your memory card. If you really feel so aggrieved, just bear with it!" The young reporter was embarrassed and awkward when her previous thoughts were exposed. For a moment, he forgot to control his facial expression and could no longer put on the angry and unwilling look of an ordinary person who was bullied.
Other reporters didn't want to get involved with him and stayed away from him.
As time went by, a small circle became empty around him, and he was left standing there alone like a clown.
**
"Sister Qiao, where have you been?"
Qiao Nian had just taken the memory card back when he ran into Ye Wangchuan and his group who had just come out after greeting Wen Ruxia.
Qin Si saw that she seemed to have just returned from the reporters' meeting, so he asked curiously.
Qiao Nian calmly put the memory card in his pocket and did not mention the reporter who took the photos in front of the little guy. He just said, "I saw an acquaintance and went over to chat for a while."
"Do you have any acquaintances here?" Qin Si looked at the row of reporters who had not left yet, and felt that one of them seemed particularly conspicuous.
He didn't think much about it, but just wondered how Qiao Nian knew these reporters.
Only Ye Wangchuan, after handing a candy to the little guy, glanced at the group of reporters waiting outside the hotel. He said nothing and his eyes turned cold.
"Let's go back first." He diverted Qin Si's attention in time and let Qin Si drive.
Qin Si took the car keys, turned around and called Zhang Yang to go get the car together.
Zhang Yang was originally following him to play, so of course he went with him without saying a word.
Two people walked by and the surroundings became much quieter.
Qiao Nian remembered at this time and turned back to ask Ye Wangchuan: "By the way, where will Chenchen go back to later?"
(End of this chapter)