Xiya smirked secretly, whispering in her ear, "Honey, if you don't attract flies, they'll come knocking on your door."
Jian Qing patted her on the cheek, "Stop fantasizing about a spectacle."
Xiya smirked with a laugh. She thought, isn't this all because she was bored?
While they were speaking, Yang Xiang quickly approached them.
Seeing Xiya really got her blood boiling.
"Ah, so it's you again."
Upon investigating, she found out that this mad woman was actually the internationally-renowned genius photographer Xiya. She felt both jealous and annoyed that such an infamous woman could have such high-level connections.
"Hey, Miss Fly!" Xiya waved at her after taking off her sunglasses.
Anger flashed across Yang Xiang's gaze behind her sunglasses. "Ill-mannered woman, do you have any idea who I am? How dare you talk to me like that."
