He discovered a blind spot.
"Are we that close? What if you harass me with phone calls?"
The French Plane Tree rolled its eyes.
"...Although I'm just a delivery person too, my sexual orientation is completely normal."
Liu Zheng said, speechless.
"Heh, who knows? Li and Niu Ma are cut from the same cloth, so how much better could you be?"
The French Plane Tree sneered coldly.
"..."
He wanted to argue back but found he had no argument.
But he was used to it; in reality, he was often the victim of unjustified rumors.
After all, in this day and age, the term "journalist" had long become a derogatory word.
If someone praised you for being good at journalism, it was dirtier than cursing out your entire family.
As for why that was, Liu Zheng neither understood nor cared to understand.
To him, being a journalist was just a job. If he couldn't do it anymore, he'd simply switch to another.
