[He's walked himself into a corner. Yi Sang takes a moment to gather his thoughts, which ultimately turns out to be fruitless when he's interrupted by Wei Wuxian's whistling. Perhaps he'll finally be able to put voice to his unspoken words in the following discussion . . . ]
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Thank you.
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[ Journalist... ]
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She waits patiently, and when the verdict comes, she lifts an eyebrow at him.
Yes, go on. ]
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