"How did it go?" Since the fax and open letter were sent out yesterday, Su Ziceng and Lin Ying had been anxiously waiting by the phone.
At around eight in the morning, no calls came in. Another hour passed, then another, and there was no news on the phone, TV, or even in the morning papers. The open letters and faxes had sunk like stones into the sea, with no response whatsoever.
"Logically speaking, the media shouldn't miss out on such big news, right?" Lin Ying was somewhat puzzled. It was understandable that the Model Union and Photographer Association didn't react much, but the open letter sent out by Sister Mu should have caused some ripples.
Jim walked in and rattled off something to Lin Ying; Su Ziceng watched their expressions, thinking she definitely needed to practice her English.
"No wonder," Lin Ying said after listening to Jim, and relayed the message to Su Ziceng.
