The young reporter's face changed greatly. He knew that Ye Xiaobei said that he took the money from Gong Yuan.
However, she was only a little child who looked only five or six years old. How could she know this?
Seeing that young reporter's face was shriveled, Ye Xiaobei was so happy that she moved forward. It seemed as if there was sunshine on her face. "Uncle reporter, why don't you talk? I want to have a good chat with you!"
"For example, about money in the dark and working for bad person..."
Ye Xiaobei forgot the idiom, but there was no embarrassment on her face. She scratched her little head. "Let’s talk about working for bad guy! Uncle reporter, you have something to chat with me, right?”
"I give you an advise. Don't always think about how to help the bad guy to frame the good. You should spend more of your time reading."
"Cough..."