Jiang Shuya approached and stood in front of Mili, "Miss Mi, I'm here. I was called away by President Huo, which is why I'm late. I'm very sorry."
Mili's gaze fell on Jiang Shuya, her eyebrows lifting slightly, "You're the photographer?"
"Yes, I am," Jiang Shuya replied, neither humble nor arrogant, standing up straight.
"Hmph!" Mili scoffed coldly, her expression arrogant, not taking Jiang Shuya seriously at all, "You think you're qualified to photograph me? Who do you think you are? Is Meili Magazine out of photographers? Sending a newbie to deal with me? Tell your editor-in-chief to find someone else! It's always others who wait for me, not the other way around. And now you, a mere newbie, dare to disrespect me, Mili. If word of this gets out, will I still be able to make my way in this circle? Even if it means breaching the contract, I won't shoot today's photos!"
After speaking, Mili put on her sunglasses, raised her head, and prepared to leave.
