Qi Lianxiu noticed the odd look on Qiu Zishan's face, and his own gaze darkened. He snatched the camera to take a look, only to freeze.
The camera was filled with photos of himself in two suits, one black and one white. Sometimes casual, other times composed; some were front-facing, others were profiles.
Even in a shot of him just getting out of a car, with a messy street and faded billboards for a backdrop, he was still radiant—dazzlingly so, impossible to ignore. They were practically professional-grade photos.
"This is... me?" Both Qi Lianxiu and Qiu Zishan turned to look at Su Yuhan in unison.
Su Yuhan's expression stiffened slightly. There was nothing more embarrassing than being caught taking candid photos by the subject himself.
"If I said a friend specifically asked me to take these photos for them, would you believe me?"
