Before Xu Su could even react, a kiss was planted on her forehead. Immediately after, Xi Zirong's clear voice rang in her ear, "Susu, good morning."
CLICK.
Xu Su whipped her head around, her eyes wide. "Delete that!"
Yang Nan waved the camera in his hand. "Delete what? I guarantee this photo is very artistic. Even with looks like yours, it's hard to capture a shot like this. You could never get this kind of effect with a posed picture."
Xu Su was about to speak again, but Xi Zirong stopped her by wrapping an arm around her waist. He smiled at Yang Nan. "Hello there. Could you send me that photo?"
Yang Nan nodded. "Of course. Just give me your contact info."
Xi Zirong let go of Xu Su, walked over, and exchanged contact information with Yang Nan.
Si Xuan, who had been standing silently beside Yang Nan, was watching them without a word. Suddenly, his brow furrowed. He strode over, took off his jacket, and draped it over Xu Su. "Go change," he said in a low voice.
