"I know I've said this before, but I'll say it again—the man's ridiculously photogenic," Yi Ling commented as she bit into an apple. "He should have gone into showbiz, what a waste of that figure and face."
"Oh, by the way, do you want me to post these photos to your Weibo, Huanhuan? I think they'd make great PR." Yi Ling got out her phone and showed Yan Huan the photos she had taken of her during the mudslide.
"No." Yan Huan did not want to publicize the fact that she had been in Peace City. She could care less about "marketing" herself, either through wholesome news or scandalous gossip—she would earn her fame and reputation on her own merits, one step at a time. And besides, the mudslide had caused a lot of pain and suffering to its victims; it would be extremely insensitive and callous of her to use it as a PR boost to her image.
