The white female journalist looked at Yan Fei with eyes like she was watching a paranoid lunatic. Even actors don't put in as much effort as you, right? You're lying at the highest level, you've managed to deceive even yourself, haven't you?
Still constantly watching them? Why don't you just go accompany them?
However, before she could speak, another journalist had already keenly picked up the information in Yan Fei's words and eagerly asked, "Mr. Yan, do you mean to say there will be a sequel to this novel?"
"No, I didn't write a novel, but rather a record archive. When they return one day, you'll understand..."
The questioning journalist was almost choked up: I was giving you an out...you really have convinced yourself beyond doubt, haven't you?
No one argued this point with him anymore. Once a person reaches such a level, whatever you say becomes nonsense—just like facing a delusional lunatic, you can only send them for treatment, what else is there to do?
