The photographer was taken aback upon hearing this, looked at Qin Heng, and smiled. "Are you this young lady's boyfriend? Your personality isn't very pleasant."
Next to him, Song Ningran bowed her head in silence, her pretty face slightly reddened. She didn't deny it; she just stood by, ignoring the photographer, and started talking to her two high school classmates.
Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "Didn't you hear what I just said?"
His tone was icy cold. It felt as if the temperature of the surrounding air had dropped significantly.
