Song Tan was on the second-floor terrace, curious upon hearing this: "Yang Zhengxi, I'm so close, why didn't you call me?"
Yang Zhengxi leaned on the railing and looked around, reluctantly saying, "Sis, if you want to take photos, it's not impossible..."
Song Tan laughed out of anger: "Does it really grieve you so much?"
Yang Zhengxi felt aggrieved: "Sis, I've seen your social media posts, the flowers in the garden are so beautiful, yet all you do is shove the camera for a close-up, without any composition."
"Look at my Brother Lu's; he just doesn't have the camera with him..."
"Huh?"
Lun Chuan was responding as he climbed the stairs, smiling as he interrupted: "Some of those with composition and lighting, I actually did use a camera to shoot—do I need to get my camera now?"
"No need!" Yang Zhengxi waved his hand: "A phone will do, I also want to post on social media—Brother Lu, hold on, let me take a close-up of these flowers first."
