"Qing Huan, what's wrong?"
When Mu Qinghuan arrived at Shen Weiyang's side, Shen Weiyang had just opened the door when she saw her red and swollen eyes. She immediately looked at her worriedly and asked.
Mu Qinghuan let her eyes avoid her line of sight and entered the house, "Before coming here, I was writing a piece on social news and felt very touched. I only shed a few tears."
In the past, when she had just started her internship, she still needed to write the news herself. She was like this. She always cried for a long time because of some interview drafts that were full of human suffering.
Shen Weiyang knew this. She smiled and teased her, "Yes, I can. You've been holding on to your first love for so many years. "We, Reporter Mu Da, are the only ones."