Hearing Ryan Rodriguez's words, the female reporter's face turned instantly red.
I, who was in the room, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I waved my hand and said, "Let her in."
The female reporter hastily walked into the room, quickly came up to me, and begged, "Can you accept my interview?"
I reluctantly said, "I've already answered you once, do you want me to answer a second time?"
Hearing this, the female reporter wiped her eyes and pretended to sob, "I struggled so much to get this job, and if I couldn't get the interview, I would be fired."
"What does this have to do with me?" I raised my eyebrows.
"You want to hold me morally hostage? Sorry, I have no morals."
The female reporter was speechless, she didn't even know what to say.
"Mr. Thomas, I beg you, please help me," the female reporter whispered.
"As long as you agree, I'll do anything!"
Before I could speak, Ryan Rodriguez at the side squinted and said, "Really?"
