ngle fine scratch or speck of dust. It was obvious that the owner loved it very much and treasured it. 。She remembered the time she mocked Shen Jue's car for being low-end and lacking class. Compared...Yu Shan couldn't help but find it uninteresting, and she turned to leave angrily.

Lin Momo instantly withdrew the smile from her face, let out a long sigh, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, and then turned to leave.

But before she could even sit down, the editor's furious face appeared before her.

He flung a manuscript in front of her, his face contorted with anger. "Come in here!" he roared.

Lin Momo couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly followed behind. As she passed by Yu Shan, she brushed against Yu Shan's gloating gaze.

Yu Shan mouthed to her, as if saying, "You deserved it!"

Lin Momo frowned a little impatiently, glanced at her lightly, and quickened her pace.

She closed the office door, stood straight in front of her desk, crossed her arms at her waist, and asked softly, "Editor, is there something you need me for"

The editor, in his forties, was already balding. He tugged at his thinning hair and paced back and forth nervously.

"Lin Mo Mo, you've been working at the company for several years now, haven't you" He turned around and asked patiently, clearly suppressing his anger.

"Indeed, it has been several years." Lin Momo answered honestly.

“Look at what you've written! This article is trash! Gu Yichan and Tang Yun's news was yesterday's headline, but you wrote about something else entirely!” The editor suddenly roared, startling Lin Momo.

She stiffened her spine, clenched her palms tightly, her nails digging into her own flesh.

She mumbled an apologetic response, "It's my fault. I'm sorry, editor. I just..."

He asked her what attitude she should use to write, that was her husband!

"What else do you have to say I'm giving you one last chance, go talk to Gu Yichan and get that interview rights no matter what!" The editor raised his voice another octave.

"What Gu Yichen has never accepted an interview. Everyone knows that, I..." Lin Momo was a little embarrassed, staring incredulously at the editor-in-chief.

"The very fact that it's never been done before is what makes it so appealing. I don't care what methods you use, you have to get it done." His tone was commanding, leaving her no room for refusal whatsoever.

The editor plopped down in his office chair and took a sip of the green tea on his desk to soothe his throat.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a long time, then looked up at the editor and said firmly, "Editor, I think you should let someone else handle this. I really can't."

“No Hmph,” he angrily flung the manuscript on his desk onto her, nearly splashing her with tea. “Since it can’t be done, get out! Our magazine doesn't keep idle people around. Today you either get Gu Yichuan for me or quit – decide yourself!”

Lin Momo's brows tightened even further, her eyes dimmed, and she slightly parted her lips as if to argue again. But faced with the editor-in-chief's furious outburst, she chose to compromise.

She nodded helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

"It's not about trying, it's about doing it!" The editor roared.

Lin Momo stared fixedly at his face, her red lips tightly pressed together, without answering.

The editor sighed, a little exasperated. He sat down at his desk and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Alright, alright, get back to work."

"Yes." Lin Momo nodded in agreement, her tightly clenched hands loosened at the moment of turning around, but her steps felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

Gu Yihan... probably won't see her, right

Lin Momo stood straight in front of the entrance of Gu's Group, tightened the strap of her backpack, took a deep breath, and then strode inside.

"Excuse me, miss, who are you looking for" she was stopped by the receptionist as soon as she walked into the lobby.

Lin Momo hurriedly took out her work ID and softly explained, "I'm Lin Momo, a reporter from Entertainment Weekly, and I want to conduct an interview with Mr. Gu."

"Journalist" The receptionist frowned slightly, her expression becoming impatient. "Mr. Gu never accepts interviews. You should leave."next door. 。The two elderly people were residents of the seaside and had little contact with the outside world. They were simple, kind, and had no ulterior motives..."Thank you, grandpa, grandma >>>...