Luo Xiaoqian felt as if she was caught between fire and ice, unable to hear anything except the breathing of the two people beside her and the beating of her own heart.
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A certain small tavern.
In Beijing, the "Renowned Reporter" Zhang Hua excitedly took the camera passed over from his apprentice across the table, scrutinizing the photos inside.
Upon seeing the photo of Jiao Yang and Luo Xiaoqian embracing each other, he let out an ambiguous chuckle.
"Not bad, Liu Tao, not bad at all. You're indeed teachable!"
"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Master. If you hadn't told me to follow Jiao Yang, how could I have taken such photos?" Liu Tao, a newbie paparazzo across from him, kept up a sycophantic smile, "Brother Hua, how much do you think we could sell these photos to the newspapers for?"
