Ryan and Alan on the opposite side both chuckled softly.

Zhen Ai lowered her head, picked up a piece of beef with a fork and put it in her mouth. It tasted very good, and she accidentally curved the corners of her lips.

After a while, Allen regained the topic: "But people can make mistakes. S.a., so much confidence in you?"

Yan Su's answer is like memorizing textbooks: "Confidence comes from the pursuit of right and the courage to not be afraid of making mistakes."

"Then aren't you afraid of making mistakes with the courage you come from?"

"Because I wouldn't have let myself make mistakes."

Well, I went back again.

Alan shrugged, laughed, and used a proverb to suppress him: "weareonlyhuman! We are just mortals, and mortals will make mistakes."

Yan Su's curvy lips: "You don't understand what I said."

Allen wondered: "What?"

"Yes, we are just mortals. This is a good excuse, isn't it?" Yan Su put down the knife and fork in his hand, habitually intertwined his fingers, and supported him on the table, his eyes were deep and his expression was serious.

"I am a truck driver, I may occasionally sleep late and get drunk; I am a soldier, I may occasionally be lazy; I am a policeman, I may occasionally miss detailed evidence; I am a doctor, I may occasionally ignore a black spot on the x-ray film. This is normal, because, I am just a mortal, I can make mistakes, so many times, I don't need to be firm in my will, I don't need to take responsibility, I don't need to be strict with myself."

He looked at him indifferently, "We are just mortals, and mortals will make mistakes. This sentence sounds like the attribute of 'mortals' is an excuse for mistakes. But I think that the attribute of 'human' is a sign that distinguishes other higher animals in nature. Otherwise, it would be a waste of the evolution of human ancestors over millions of years."

"So, do you understand what I said?" Yan Su said loudly, "I said I won't make mistakes. This is not a conceit, but an attitude."

Zhen Ai stared at his firm side face, as if she was shocked, and her heart was silent.

Yes, he has never been arrogant, he has been strict and self-disciplined, and has reached a restriction. For him, he will not make mistakes. This is not pride, but a ascetic practice of tenacity and tempering his mind.

Allen nodded admiringly:

"I was surprised and shocked. However, I think there is still a possibility that you can make meticulous but still make mistakes or make subjective judgments. For example, the case of Parker, the same way of death as the case of Rolla, the same five-pointed star and rumors, and the key is that there is an obviously fake suicide note. Why did Mr. Yan Su determine that he committed suicide?"

Zhen Ai's hand paused slightly, and she suddenly thought of the sharp criticisms that Allen used in the report.

She looked at Yan Su worriedly, who was still in trouble and said lightly: "I won't reveal the content of the case to you."

Allen shrugged: "Of course, this is your professionalism. And as a reporter, I must respond fairly and justly to all the voices in society and expose all the darkness. So, I will continue to track down the possible conspiracy behind the scenes."

Zhen Ai felt that maybe she had drunk too much red wine and her mind was full of anger.

But the person involved, Yan Su, nodded politely: "I respect your opinion."

Zhen Ai's head seemed to be hit hard, and she was stunned again. She really heard respect from Yan Su's indifferent and calm voice.

But it was very strange. In an instant, she felt sad inexplicably.

Sour and painful!

With his habit of searching for various information every day, he would definitely see the article written by Allen, with sharp words and aggressiveness.

But,

He is too upright and pure, and he respects different voices, so even if Alan refutes and questions like this, he accepts it calmly and impartially.

But……

Zhen Ai felt her head heavy, and the knife and fork in her hand fell on the plate with a bang.

Allen and Ryan both looked up,

Yan Su also turned his head to look at her, a slight surprise flashed in his eyes, but it settled down and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Zhen Ai ignored it, but her eyes were very cold, staring at Allen almost with ruthlessness: "You said you should respond to all the voices in society fairly and justly. Haha,"

She had always been indifferent and sneered, and she didn't realize that the three men around her were silent.

"May I ask, when the whole world thinks that Parker is a killer, Yan Su thinks he committed suicide. As a minority, no, is it not included in all the voices in society you talk about? The journalism textbook said that the voices of a minority cannot be ignored. Mr. Allen, your fairness and justice are in nǎ?"

"In my opinion, it's all contradictory!"

"No..." Allen had to defend himself, but Zhen Ai didn't give him a chance at all.

Her face turned red, maybe she really drank too much, and the indignation in her heart opened her mouth like a flood that broke through the dike, pouring out:

"Unfortunately, I have read your report. The reasoning and questioning of the case are all your subjective words, without any police evidence to support it. As a non-professional person who detects the case, you report and speculate from the perspective of the indignation of the reporter, you are ignorant. As a professional public opinion leader, you only care about showing your characteristics of facing difficulties and taking a different approach, but you do not care about the misleading and impact of your articles on the audience. You are overwhelmed with heroism and terrible paranoid."

Alan blushed as a pig's liver, and he put down his knife and fork: "Miss Zhen Ai, you are a personal attack, and you have no basis."

Zhen Ai raised her eyebrows and smiled fearlessly: "Oh? You know it hurts when the knife falls on her body? In that report, wasn't you attacking Yan Su like this? Then he..."

Zhen Ai suddenly choked up in her throat. When Yan Su saw that report, did Feng Danyun smile past? Or did she calmly and indifferently brush away a slight sting in her heart?

She didn't know because he didn't defend himself.

He doesn't defend himself, so you think he doesn't feel anything, and no one feels sorry for him?

Anger came over after a brief containment: "There is an old Chinese saying that you should not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Mr. Allen, fairness and justice are not verbally proclaimed, but practiced in behavior. This is especially true as a journalist."

Alan's face looked very ugly, as if the image of a noble and righteous person he had been building up to be tidied up by Zhen Ai in the past few seconds.

Ryan's face was also very bad, and he glanced at Allen with some dissatisfaction.

Alan's head was as big as a fight and retorted stiffly: "Miss Zhen Ai, what you said is too subjective."

Zhen Ai smiled successfully, as if she was waiting for his words. She nodded heavily: "I was wrong with my criticism that was very subjective and strong. Alan, I apologize to you."

This sudden calmness and decentness made Alan feel uneasy. The next second, Zhen Ai immediately turned around: "So, please apologize to him for your subjective attack on Yan Su!"

The four words in the latter were particularly loud, and everyone on the dining table looked over in surprise.

Allen was suddenly unable to get off the tiger, his face turned red, but he didn't say a word.

Zhen Ai's eyes turned red, staring at him fiercely, and every word seemed to pop out from his teeth: "Alan! I want you to apologize. Don't force it..."

Yan Su grabbed her hand firmly without hesitation.

She was originally angry and clasped her fists into a fist, pressing her tightly on the dining table. His palm was wide and covered it, and then he gathered her whole body and wrapped it tightly.

Zhen Ai, who had lost control a moment ago, suddenly became quiet. It seemed that the irritable little lion had been injected with a sedative and instantly became obedient.

Her face was still red, and her eyes that scared Alan at all costs turned their heads and looked at Yan Su, and they instantly returned to clarity.

She looked at him blankly, lowered her head blankly, staring at her hand that suddenly felt a warmth. There, only the back of his white hand could be seen, and he firmly and tenderly held her hand into his palm.

She looked up at him again, not understanding, she was actually unable to drink and said with a big tongue: "What's wrong?"

And he looked at her clear eyes, and originally wanted to shake his head gently, but in the end he just smiled calmly: "It's okay."

Zhen Ai forgot almost everything after this interruption. Her emotions like rushing before fell down, and she felt her head was drowsy and her body was warm, especially her hands that were covered by him.

Alan on the opposite side felt a little relieved.

But Ryan put down his knife and fork and looked at Allen silently.

The latter was shocked and was about to say something, Ryan calmly spoke first: "Alan, I think Zhen Ai is right. You should apologize to Yansu."

Allen was almost fidgeting, unbelievable: "What did you say?"

"I thought you had the courage to criticize the darkness before. But now when you think about it carefully, many of them are your subjective actions, inciting the public's emotions. Compared to journalists, you are a good speaker. Such a person is really scary."

Allen didn't expect Ryan to turn against him, and said angrily: "You are foolish..."

Before he finished speaking, Ryan poured a glass of red wine on him.

The drizzle of wine flowed down Allen, and in the astonishing eyes of the people around him, Ryan stood up expressionlessly and said without any guilt: "Crazy!"

After saying that, he looked at Yan Su again: "You are not angry with you, a lunatic. I admire such generosity and tolerance."

When he turned around and was about to leave, he retreated, coughing with a blushing face: "Allen and I have officially broken up. If you..."

Yan Su's eyes became darker, with a little sinister smell.

"Just kidding," Ryan shrugged and walked towards the confused Zhen Ai, "I just want to tell you some of it."

He was about to bully himself to give Zhen Ai a gift, but suddenly he realized that the cold air in Yan Su was pounced on him. His arched body froze, raised his hands and stood up, took a few steps back, and waved his hands with a smile: "Then say goodbye verbally!"

The author has something to say: Thank you for throwing a mine from Xiaole~~~Uh, that, let me make it clear, I am actually drunk...

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Chapter completed!