Mrs. Luo seemed a bit embarrassed.
Shi Nian keenly observed, it was indeed—embarrassment, not panic.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shi, I really don't want to talk more about what happened back then. Let bygones be bygones."
Shi Nian smiled: "Auntie, forgive my bluntness: 1, You called me 'Mr. Shi' just now, indicating you are aware of my profession, and you are quite concerned."
"I understand that, because journalists are not widely liked nowadays to some extent, and you worry that I'll pry into your privacy and write it up to sell."
Mrs. Luo paused and then frowned: "Sorry, I really hope it's just prejudice, but I genuinely harbor a degree of wariness towards journalists."
Shi Nian nodded with a smile: "I understand. But I promise you, I will absolutely respect your privacy, and the people involved will be given pseudonyms."
Only then did Mrs. Luo slowly nod.
