Gu Yehan pulled out his phone and checked his face on his selfie camera. Turning his face left and right, he said, "Those paps must have got some good shots of me, isn't it?"
Lee Hao, who was turning anxious thinking that maybe Gu Yehan was a little pissed by the paparazzis. Maybe he did not like it. But he was stucked dumb when he heard him.
He was more conscious about whether he got good pictures or not?
Lee Hao nodded his head, cleared his throat a little and said, " Yes sir. They must have good good shots. "
If they don't get good pictures of this picture perfect man, then it is shameful for themselves to be called paparazzis.
Hearing his words Gu Yehan smirked and said, " Yes, they must have. I had paid good attention to my looks after all. "
