Fang Zhen waved back.
He walked over to where Xia Siwei was standing and suddenly noticed what a great angle she was at, right beside the silver Porsche Macan. With the twilight sky as a backdrop, the composition and lighting were perfect—no fill light needed. The scene had a picturesque, artistic feel.
On impulse, Fang Zhen pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and aimed it at Xia Siwei.
"Look over here. Get ready. Strike a pose... yes, that's it. Adjust just a little. Turn your body slightly to the side," he directed, holding up his phone with the camera pointed at Xia Siwei.
Xia Siwei was confused, but a woman's instinct for beauty and the camera took over, and she began to unconsciously adjust her posture and expression.
"Look here, look here... good. Now look more pale, a little more tragically beautiful!" Fang Zhen said.
Xia Siwei subconsciously went along with it, adjusting herself to his direction.
CLICK.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
