Su Xingyu chuckled dryly, "An internet friend, just an internet friend."
Ling Weilong looked at her sympathetically, "Then prepare yourself to be tormented by her. This woman is a notorious tyrant."
Su Xingyu gazed at the silver-haired figure in the distance. The woman, clad in a high-end suit, was efficiently directing the staff with such a commanding presence that she indeed had the makings of a dictator. She took a deep breath, feeling somewhat nervous. This was her first time personally shooting a commercial photograph, and even though Cang Er assured her that she would do fine, she still felt uncertain.
Cang Er's assistant — the blond youth Jerry brought over some materials.
