"I'm not shooting it anymore!" Zhao Na said as she teared off the flower accessory from her head and sat down onto the sofa, looking pissed.
Her agent saw that and went over to calm her temper.
Everyone else was stunned and baffled, but because she was famous, they could only gather around her and please her.
"What are you doing?" The agent questioned her in a low voice, "Everything was good, let's hurry up and finish the photo shoot so we can catch the next thing on our schedule."
"Shoot what?!" Zhao Na raised her eyebrows. "Can't you see how someone's looking at me, as if I'm a poor wretch who eats leftovers and cold food? When have I ever been so angry? She, Lin Chuxue, chose a bad time; she had to come here today to choose clothes. This is provoking me you know?"
"It's not like she's the only one who's here, so let's not make any trouble," the agent warned her.
