This male colleague had once tracked a child- and woman-trafficking gang together with Su Qiao. At the time, Ding Jihan had also disguised himself as a street peddler.
He had already witnessed how much Ding Jihan cared about Su Qiao back then, so he did not find anything strange about it at all.
"This... How am I supposed to write this?" the female reporter asked awkwardly, her expression looking rather unpleasant.
Of course, she appeared to be embarrassed on the surface, but whether it was because of jealousy or something else, only she herself knew.
As he packed up his things, the male colleague said indifferently, "Why not just write the truth? Isn't truth what our line of work values most?"
"Besides, the love between Mr. Ding and Mrs. Ding is plain for all to see. Even if you write about it, no one will find anything wrong with it. Instead, many people will bless them. After all, they really are a match made in heaven."
The male colleague had worked with the female reporter for some time and did not want her to go astray, so he dropped a few hints.
The female reporter was not stupid. She understood immediately.
"That's true..."
She had thought that, with her looks, youth, and abilities, she should be able to impress a high-quality man like Mr. Ding, who stood at the top of the pyramid.
She had not expected him to look at her properly even once throughout the entire interview. His eyes had held only his wife.
He could even notice the slightest furrow of his wife's brows at once.
"Mrs. Ding is the most outstanding, unique, and charming woman I've ever met. Perhaps only a man as outstanding as Mr. Ding could be worthy of her."
Remembering the fearless woman