"Okay."
Chu Liangxia felt she had gained the upper hand by having a bargaining chip to coerce Feng Zichen.
...
In the afternoon, Zicheng.
Chu Liangxia, Feng Zichen, and Yin Kui, the three of them, got off the plane.
The crew had sent two vehicles to pick them up.
A sedan and a van.
Two drivers, one photographer.
The sedan was for Chu Liangxia to ride in, while Yin Kui and Feng Zichen rode in the van.
After entrusting the luggage to Yin Kui, Feng Zichen chatted up the photographer, "Are we going to shoot on the way?"
"Yes." The photographer didn't give him a warm reception, replying indifferently.
Feng Zichen sized him up for a few moments.
About thirty, with a round face and a beard, he seemed approachable, but he had a true eye for self-interest.
Feng Zichen pointed to Chu Liangxia who had entered the sedan, "Can I sit with her?"
"No."
The photographer was extremely decisive in his response.
