Under the fierce sun, Chi Yue was enveloped in a layer of golden light, the fiery rays piercing through her hair, each strand glistening with gold.
Yet her expression was as if it radiated chilliness, which on such a hot day, chilled one's heart upon seeing it.
The photographer, stiffened by her stare, said, "…I am only responsible for shooting, it's my job."
He didn't need to explain himself to her, but he couldn't help but do so.
Chi Yue seemed not to hear, her icy eyes turned towards the team leader, her gaze full of aggression.
"Can anyone tell me exactly what is going on?"
The team leader, scratching his head in the heat, looked innocent, "It's not that we don't want to treat her wound, it's just she hasn't completed her assessment and refuses to be treated, she doesn't want to give up—look, we are persuading her right now."
