Half an hour later.
Qin Hao held Xixi's little hand, following Huang Wen, who was enthusiastically introducing the photography studio.
There were many staff in the studio, some carrying lights, some clicking away with cameras, and assistant-like figures shouting loudly.
The entry of the three did not alleviate the busy scene.
In front of a blue background, a handsome foreign young man was modeling suits.
He was constantly posing, sometimes cool, sometimes suave, sometimes with a charming smile.
The clicking sound was incessant, and the photographer was switching angles, forehead showing signs of sweat from the busyness.
When the photos were almost done, the photographer approached a woman with the camera in hand, presenting the photos, "Sister Hua, they're all here."
Sister Hua, over forty years old, maintained well, looked no more than in her thirties.
