"May I sit next to you?"

Although he was puzzled, Two Hundred Dollars nodded and made room for him.

The woman put away her camera, sat on the other side of the chair, and said with a smile:

"Actually, I'm a journalist."

Two Hundred Dollars nodded:

"oh..."

"May I interview you?"

The woman smiled and turned to ask.

Two Hundred Dollars shook his head:

"Never mind, I have nothing to say."

But she still smiled and asked:

"May I have your name?"

Before he could speak, she quickly said:

"Oh, my name is Luo Qingqing."

He then reached out and touched his own hand:

"A freelance journalist!"

"Freelance journalist?"

"Hmm~ You know, the kind of journalist no publisher wants, haha~"

Her laughter was as melodious as silver bells, which made Two Hundred Knives lower his guard slightly, and he said softly:

"Song Yichen".

"What do you do?"

"Uh... just a working-class person."

"Oh, you working stiff, not at work today, just cosplaying here~"

Two Hundred Knives remained silent. It was now certain that the woman before him was from the mortal world, and the identity of a spiritual master had to be kept secret from those in the mortal world.

"I heard you sighing just now, is something wrong at work? You can tell me~ I might be able to help you relieve your stress as a reward for taking the photos for me."

Suddenly, Two Hundred Knives frowned and turned to look at the woman in front of him:

"You heard me sigh? I didn't sigh in the 30 seconds before you arrived. Where did you hear it?"

Luo Qingqing was stunned, and opened her mouth:

"Um...I..."