"My camera, my camera!" The young man cried out heartbrokenly as he picked up his already trampled and shattered camera.
Qin Muchuan straightened his disheveled hair due to the excitement, then pulled out a stack of red banknotes from his pocket. "This should be enough to buy you another camera like this one!"
It was, after all, just a slightly better camera used for clandestine photography, not for shooting landscapes.
Moreover, this young man knew the risk inherent in his profession, so he didn't use a top-grade camera anyway.
The money should be sufficient compensation for him.
Without any hesitation, the man picked up the money, stuffed it in his pocket, and rushed out.
Standing at the entrance, Lin Xiangwan entered with a cold sneer on her face. "Qin Muchuan, you think that by giving this lad money, I wouldn't see the photos?"
Qin Muchuan was immediately flustered, asking in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Why shouldn't I be here?"
