Jiang Yao choked, slowly moving her gaze from the phone screen to Wen Qiao's face, "Do you even know how to spell 'modesty'?"
"I don't know what modesty is, never seen it, never heard of it."
Jiang Yao: "....."
Sorry.
She had forgotten.
The one from her family was an artist with thick skin, who never had anything to do with these two words called modesty.
Jiang Yao pursed her lips and changed the subject.
She exited WeChat, opened the camera, and patted Wen Qiao's shoulder, "Get up, I'll take a few photos of you to put on Weibo."
Normally, Wen Qiao would banter and joke around with Jiang Yao, but when it came to work, she was very obedient to Jiang Yao's orders, doing whatever Jiang Yao asked.
Following Jiang Yao's directions, Wen Qiao struck a few casual poses for her to photograph.
After the shoot, Wen Qiao glanced at the images and asked her to send them to her.
She then forwarded the pictures to Fu Jinghen—
[Qiaoqiao's not full: How is it? Pretty?]
