They looked so distinctively different, yet Lin Wanwan seemed to have the same aura as that person.
An Qiao lifted his head in pride. He was just about to get back at Tan Zhiyue for what he said when…
Slap!
A loud slap echoed across the studio.
Tan Zhiyue had punished himself before anyone else could.
An Qiao was speechless. "…"
His old friend's only problem was that he was way too straightforward.
Click! Click! Click!
Photographers finally realized what they were there for, and the shutter was the only sound left to be heard.
There were two collections of the promotional photo shoot to be done. One for the peasant character, another for the consort.
While Lin Wanwan was changing into her second set of clothes, Tan Zhiyue stood up, looking to have made a crucial decision.
