"You still haven't told me why you're angry."
Lin Hanxing tilted her head and looked at him. Strands of hair hung down from her cheeks, making her look indescribably charming.
&Quot; I don't like to take photos, and I don't like to put my photos in the public's eyes as entertainment. &Quot;
When Lin Hanxing heard this, he suddenly recalled the day he saved Yuan Bao at the horse track. When the veteran reporter saw Lei Xiao, he would take the initiative to ask the people around him to turn off the recording equipment. He clearly understood Lei Xiao's temper.
In Jiang city, news about Lei Xiao could be heard everywhere.
However, his photos rarely appeared in the public eye.
"But this photo is very well taken."
Lin Hanxing's fair fingers caressed the screen as she spoke softly.
And Yan beiming obviously knew who he was, as he could only see Lei Xiao's face in the photo.
On the contrary, it gave people an indescribable sense of mystery.
