In the lounge of the filming venue, a popular young man leaned against the seat with his legs crossed. He played with his cell phone and looked at the content on the trending searches with a mocking smile.
"Ancestor, since you're already here, why don't you give people some face? If you continue to put on a black face, it won't be good if someone filmed and posted it." The assistant begged.
The man shook his silver hair and smiled arrogantly. "What a joke. Do you think I'll ever have ugly photos? Since I debuted, which photo of me hasn't been handsome?"
"Yes, yes, yes. But I'm just taking precautions. If someone accidentally takes a photo of you and deliberately defames you, won't it become your first ugly photo?" The assistant persuaded. One had to know that Xian Yu cared about his face the most.
