Red Flag Photo Studio, a name fitting for this era. As Yi Roujing walked in, she saw an elderly man behind the counter carefully wiping a camera with a cloth.
"Mr. Yan."
"Ding." Mr. Yan looked up and saw Ding Ancheng, his face softened, "Do you want to take a photo, Ding? I'll be sure to make you look good."
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Yan, but first, help my wife with an ID photo." Ding Ancheng introduced Yi Roujing, and Mr. Yan's eyes widened slightly, not because of Yi Roujing's appearance, but because of Ding Ancheng's previous address, "wife." It seems the rumors in the county were indeed unreliable.
They said Ding got married and then left for a three-month-long business trip to escape his wife, clearly not fond of her; they even said Ding's thinking was vulgar and brash...
But the Yi Roujing that Mr. Yan saw with his own eyes was a completely different person.
"Ding's wife is really quite pretty." Mr. Yan praised with a smile, "I'll be sure to capture her well."
